52

Isabella 52.

Natalia gave me a ride in her pink car after the short lunch we had. I watched over the window as she hummed the melody of the piece that was currently blasting out of her radio.

The radio was also pink, just to remind you.

Natalia suddenly stopped humming and glanced over at me. “Can I be honest with you?” She asked and I glanced over at her. What could she possibly want to speak about now?

“What sad tale do you want to recount?” I rolled my eyes.

“You know I almost married Damien?” She said. I looked at her for a while and turned my attention back to the road.

“Hmmm,” I murmured as I touched my chin. I didn't even know why I did that. “He told me how you desperately tried to force him into marrying you,” I corrected her.

She scoffed at me and reduced the volume on the radio.

“I just want you to know that Damien is mine, and if you know what is good for you. Get as far away from him because if I decide to act it won’t end up well with you!” She spat.

She finally snap