“Are you ready?” Tyler asked as Isabella walked out of her room carrying her luggage for the weekend trip to Tyler’s parents’ house. It had been almost a week since the incident in Ireland and so far, nothing had happened. Although Tyler wanted to be happy about it, he couldn’t help but worry that something even bigger was about to happen and everything else was just the top of the iceberg. Nevertheless, he still looked forward to this weekend.
“As I’ll ever be,” Isabella replied.
“I’m not ready. Is it too late to change my mind?” Nami asked. She had just come out of her room dragging her oversized suitcase. When she heard Tyler’s question.
“You can it’s not a problem. It’s actually better if you don’t come,” Tyler said, for her sake. He knew how judgmental and tight nip his people cou
