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Isabella

She tore through my wardrobe with a speed I didn't know she had, flipping through each hanger until she settled on something.

After that, it was shoes, and then accessories. Once she was armed, she pushed me into the bathroom and yelled, “Five minutes!” as she slammed the door.

I spent more than five minutes. My movements were slow, dull, and delayed. I was sore to the point where it was hard to lift my legs. But I was in a blissful state, so I couldn't complain.

Paula's hands were on her hips as she glared at me when I came out of the bathroom.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sore," I told her in my defense as she grabbed my arm.

"Michael just called me. He said they're on their way already! They'll be here in at least 30 minutes. We don't have that time," she said hurriedly.

She hurriedly toweled me dry and then set me on the vanity where she applied minimal makeup and styled my hair again. By the time we were done with my hair, Marie poked her blonde head inside the room and flashed a