Isabella

“I promise I’m fine,” I said to my sister. Holding the phone tightly to my ear, I walked around the bedroom Mia assigned me. “This house is unbelievable. I’m currently standing at the bedroom window and looking out at the Pacific Ocean.”

“Aren’t you scared?”

I inhaled. “I’m nervous.”

“What about el Patrόn?”

“I haven’t seen him. He’s been in his office all day. Mia told me to ignore it or him.” I scoffed. “She ...