Isabella’s P.O.V.The moment we entered his room, the first thing that caught my eye is the color scheme, his bedroom looked very much like mine, Black furniture, grey walls, white ceiling, black and grey colored thick curtains covered the window, the bed had pure white sheet, pillows and comforter. His room didn’t have much furniture, just a bed with side tables and a grey carpet in front of the sofa at the far end of the room. Two doors lead somewhere, I didn’t see any wardrobe, so I guess, one was the closet door and the other one must lead to the washroom.
He walks all the way in and places me on the fluffiest bed I’ve ever sat on; it’s like sitting on a cloud. Yes indeed, I always thought Rose had the fluffiest bed, but I guess there’s always hope for some competition. The very moment
