BOOK TWO ~12~

BALI, INDONESIA: ISABELLA’S POV

I woke up to an empty bed the next day. I sat up and looked around in confusion. Dimitri definitely wasn’t in the bedroom, but there were colourful paper bags at the foot of the bed. I checked them out to satisfy my curiosity. They contained clothes, make up, and heels. I had forgotten that I didn’t get the chance to pack anything for the trip, but my phone.

These clothes definitely wouldn’t do for the short time we were to be here, I’d have to go shopping. I got up from the bed and opened a door in hope that it lead to a bathroom. I found a jacuzzi bath tub, already filled with water and floating red roses. I took off the sheet I had wrapped around my body and stepped into the tub.

I dressed up later, and left the bedroom to find Dimitri in the kitchen. The cook had arrived, and had prepared breakfast. When I first noticed the numerous stacks of pancakes, fried eggs, and cut bananas, I thought it was all too much for just two people.

That was until I