Better If One Doesn’t Give Birth At All

A bell rang in her head. It was a known fact that Izabelle was an extrovert and doesn’t like being around people a lot. She must have booked a VIP room for them. That’s awesome then. She doesn’t also want to be around people today.

She walked to the reception.

“I’m looking for someone. She booked the VIP.”

“Name please, ma’am.”

“Izabelle Rossador.”

The receptionist nodded and started looking for the name she called in her book. She raised her head after a while.

“I found it. Next floor first door.”

“Thank you for this.”

She smiled at the Receptionist before making her way to the direction where the receptionist told her to go. This place was really nice. It was so nice. She must come back here some other time. How come she didn’t know that somewhere like this exists in this city. She thought that there was no place she hadn't been to in this city but this place…. Goodness.

“What the fuck,” she groaned loudly when she collided with someone again. Was this bad luck or something. Why