Chapter  96

ISABELLA'S POV

I stood in the middle of my bedroom, surrounded by discarded clothes.

Dresses, skirts, blouses—they were all piled up on the bed as I rifled through my closet, frantically trying to find something, anything, that would make me look perfect for the visit.

These things were always so difficult for me.

Perharps, that was the downside of having boys only as siblings.

My fashion sense felt too masculine even to me; I would be lying if I said I trusted it enough, and in an occasion like the one I was preparing for right now, my doubt was twice the normal.

I tried on a red dress first, spinning slightly in front of the mirror. Too bold. I pulled it off quickly, my nerves starting to creep in.

Next, I tried a pale blue blouse with a white skirt. It looked pretty, but still didn’t feel right either.

I was restless. Michael’s family wasn’t just any family.

His mother, particularly I, wanted to impress her; according to him, she was the one who was at the forefront of pushi