CARMELLA'S POV“Tell me, baby, how did it go?" Isabella wouldn't let me sit before bombarding me with questions. I ignored her, slumping into the most available space on the sofa. My arms grabbed my heels, and with alarming swiftness, I threw them off my feet.A choking discomfort at the sides of my stomach reminded me that my shirt was still tucked in. I let out a soft whisper, rested my head on the sofa, mouth opened wide in exhaustion as I pulled out the shirt." Not even a welcome. You don't want to go back to high school to learn etiquettes, right?” I glared at Isabella, who stood over me. She looked obviously not concerned about the discomfort I was battling, she just wanted answers.“Well, well. I apologize. I was just… I was overwhelmed by the eagerness to know the outcome," she said, looking sober now.She disappeared for a few minutes, then she returned with a bottle of half consumed wine and a glass.“Here, have this," she said. “This should calm your nerves."It didn't
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