Isabella's POV
I laughed at myself for throwing a fit this morning as I stepped out of the kitchen to go get the dining table set.
What an eventful morning, it wasn't totally my fault though, I was just pissed at the fact that I had not heard from Nate yet.
Then me being me, I had lots of different unpleasant thoughts running through my head.
I can't keep up with the feeling of not being wanted by Nate.
What if he came to a realisation that I'm not up to his standard?
Moreover, I'm just a mere maid working for him in his house.
He might not just want to have anything to do with me anymore.
Then I recalled our discussion the previous day.
There was nothing suspicious about the call, if anything he was happy to hear from me.
He had even corrected me from speak
