FIVE YEARS LATER…
ISABELLA P.O.V
“Madam, should we go in now?” my driver asked, seated in the front seat, waiting for my instructions.
“Not yet.” A devilish smirk left my face as I checked my phone for a notification.
“Go ahead…” After getting what I wanted, I couldn’t wait to see her reaction. She would be so embarrassed, I thought to myself, grinning at my evil plan.
“Oh my God… she’s here!”
“She’s here… and of course, with the latest brand of car…”
I smirked at their remarks. My bodyguard rushed from the other car behind, and I stepped out.
“Capture the high stilo… it's worth over ten thousand dollars!”
“Oooh my gosh, she's putting on the latest design from Dina… over half a million dollars!”
“I heard it's the only one made! I know my idol didn’t come to play…”
“Bella Houston, a minute please!!”
I was walking the red carpet, head held high, as the reporters squealed, trying to get to me. All cameras and attention were on me…of course, I’m Bella Houston, the hottest model
