Chapter 93

ISABELLA'S POV

Later that evening, as I made my way back to the front door of my apartment,.

I could still feel that initial heaviness on my shoulders.

I held on to my bag lazily, swinging it tiredly at my side.

I had just returned from the family mansion, feeling more exhausted than I should.

I reached the door and paused for a second before I grabbed the handle.

As soon as the door swung open, the sight that greeted me wiped away some of the fatigue that pulled at my face.

There, in the faint glow of candlelight, I saw my friend Lilian sitting relaxedly on the couch.

A few wine bottles were scattered across the floor.

She had literally taken me unawares; she knew I would have guessed she was inside if she had parked her car outside, and she didn’t.

Perharps she chose a taxi this time because nothing was parked back there.

I smiled as I remained at the entrance for a little, taking in the sight.

It was a silent invitation to the “girls’ night” we had joked about earlier.

It was