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Isabella

After watching Damon leave and finding Frank standing by the fountain, I approached him. "About what you talked about," I began, making his head perk up. "The friends you mentioned. I think now would be a good time to visit."

"Of course. I'll let you go and get ready then," Frank replied.

Getting ready was without Paula, who had been cooped up in her room since we spoke. I couldn't get her to come out, and I just assumed she was heartbroken. It saddened me because I hadn't even told her about Michael yet.

I scanned my wardrobe to find something comfortable enough for the long journey without being too formal or too laid-back. I settled on a baggy pair of trousers along with an equally large shirt.

Knowing Paula would criticize me for making such choices, I opted for a short pair of 2-inch heels.

At the mirror, I haphazardly twisted my hair into a bun, put on some matching jewelry, and applied my lip gloss. After smacking my lips a couple of times and deciding to take