Twenty Two
A couple days had passed with no trouble. Isabel had stuck to her word and left me alone, only saying the casual hello in passing. I couldn’t be more relieved; it was one less thing to worry about. In the morning, I quickly showered and got dressed before heading downstairs for breakfast. Vern’s laugh echoed through the hall from the kitchen. I walk into the room to find Isabel and Vern sitting at the table with a plate of untouched food in front of them. Instantly, my stomach growls. “You’re lying,” Vern says to Isabel with a playful smile. Isabel shakes her head. “I swear.” Vern shakes her head in disbelief. “Do you know how lucky you are? I mean, you met Daniel Peters. The Daniel Peters.” Vern leans back in her chair. “He’s an amazing actor! What I would give to be able to meet him
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