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CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR

작가: Grace Kelly
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-04-14 18:35:35

THIRD PERSON’S POV

Whatever Isabella thought a tour would contain, this was far from it. From the nauseous feeling to the unending noise to the fans occupying everywhere, this was the first time she would be among a crowd of this quantity, and now she was hiding in the van, hoping for a break from this. The first day had passed since they got to Columbia, and she had not seen Kelvin since he walked out of this van, telling Mina, one of his assistants, to attend to her every need. Her accommodation and food were sorted out.

“K. Sol!!!” The distant voices echoed as she flicked through her phone, hoping for something to pull her out of this boredom.

Would it be right if she requested to leave?

She was deep in thought when there was a knock on the window, and she opened the door to let Mina in.

“K,” She paused, breathing heavily. “He ran off stage mid-performance and has refused to let anyone in. I don’t know what to do, and Mr Neil…”

Isabella’s heart started to pound fast as she thought
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