The Unexpected Romance

Isabella’s POV:Life? Well, it's a mess. Always has been, and I’ve grown used to it. You’re probably wondering how it all began. I was two years old when my mother—or maybe it was someone else, I don’t remember—left me at an orphanage. I grew up there. The place was small, just me and ten other kids. You'd think that would make it a tight-knit group, but nope. They all hated me because Nanny, the woman who ran the place, loved me the most.Nanny? Oh, she’s my everything. If there’s one person in this messed-up world that I call family, it’s her. She’s gotten old now, but let me tell you, she still believes she’s younger and has more energy than me. And trust me, sometimes I think she’s right. You’re probably wondering why I said "used to." Well, it’s not an orphanage anymore. All the other kids have been adopted. It’s just me and Nanny now. She’s tried countless times to get me adopted too, but I always refused. I couldn’t imagine leaving her behind. So here I am, living with Nanny a

Isabella’s POV:Here I am, back in my room, sitting on the edge of my bed, trying to piece together the blurry fragments from last night. But nothing. Every time I try to push past the part where I pulled him close, it's like hitting a wall. What happened after that? And... did he change my clothes?I groaned, burying my face in my pillow. Who the hell told you to drink so much, Bella? I silently cursed myself."Isa, sweetheart! Breakfast is ready!" Nanny’s voice floated from the kitchen.Dragging myself out of bed, I headed to the kitchen. Nanny had already laid the table and served breakfast for both of us. She eyed me suspiciously as I slid into my chair.I kept my gaze fixed on my plate, trying to act casual. But Nanny was having none of it."Are you going to tell me what happened?" she asked, her tone pointed.I looked up, nervously laughing. "What are you talking about, Nanny?""You know very well what I’m talking a