Isabella's POV

A knock pulls me out of my thoughts and I get down immediately from the bed to answer the door.

It must be Grandma. I know she can't stay angry with me for too long. I have been waiting for days for her to come back since I don't know where she is staying in Paris.

We cried. We both cried. And she left.

It is high time she came back so we could talk and I can tell her the real reason why I did what I did.

I didn't do that for no reason. I did it ...