Eleven.

Isabella sprayed the last of her favorite perfume on the dress she was wearing, dropped the empty bottle back to the stand, and sat down on the bed with a heavy sigh.

"You look good, Isa. I promise," Anna assured her with a smile.

No. Isabella's problem wasn't about if she looked good or not. It was about how she had reacted to the man the day before. She blushed as she remembered the incident. Anna seeing the blush mistook it for her enthusiasm.

"Someone's happy she is going on a date with a very handsome dude. No wonder she dressed up so beautifully and even sprayed some nice perfume." She teased the pregnant woman.

Isabella rolled her eyes at her friend's words. A date, indeed. More like a field for war where there can only be one victor.

After she had demanded from him what he wanted with her, he had pleaded that she meet him at a restaurant today so that they could talk about their situation and go their separate ways.

"We are only going to find a solution to this baby that bonds