POV: Isadora
I was standing by the front door of my building, waiting for Henry. It was Saturday, around 7:00 AM. I’d already gotten a few texts from my mom and brother, both wanting to know if I was at the club yet. Well, Anne would be there in a few minutes; as for Isadora...
When Henry finally pulled up, I hopped in the car quickly, trying to hide my nerves and just act excited about the whole thing.
“Morning, princess!”, he said, leaning in for a quick kiss.
His hair was still slightly damp, and he was rocking a more casual look, a light blue button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms and black cotton shorts.
“You pumped?”, he asked with a smile.
“Yeah, definitely.”, I smiled back.
As soon as we got to the club, my eyes were darting everywhere, looking for a familiar
