Chapter 18

Isabelle's POV

"Pass me the hairbrush Tony," I said as I dressed up my makeup. It's just a light makeover although it was already late at night. I believe in beauty in sleep.

Tony passed it and went back to my bed, whining about his two tiny legs in the air. "Go to your room Tony for heaven's sake! Is there any day you can just let me be?"

My younger brother spun out of the bed rapidly and moved towards the door. "I…I was just trying to play with you," he said almost in a whisper, folding his fingers.

"Well, I am about to sleep, Tony. Go and play with someone else!" I yelled.

"But you're the only one I have." His voice sounded more like a whimper now and it was getting under my nerves. I slammed my hands on the table and turned to him.

"Get out!"

He finally left. "Argh. Why can't I have some moments alone with myself." The boy was a burden to me. He goes everywhere looking for me and trying to hang out with me but I have just a few times to spare.

Tony is a great brother, I wished he