Isabella was feeling numb as Clara walked her back into Cam’s house. They had barely spoke on the drive from the hospital to the house. Isabella noted all of her friends’ cars were gone but Sabine’s car was still there, and Gideon’s Aston Martin was sitting in the drive parked behind it.
“We had fight night with olive oil,” Isabella spoke suddenly as they climbed the front stairs.
Clara chuckled, “I know. Cat sent me a video of you knocking Gideon on his ass by pulling on his pants. Elian told me to ask you about whether you have a drinking problem. I told him it didn’t look like you had any problems drinking at all.”
Isabella smiled, “I have good metabolism. Feeling surprisingly well this morning.”
“Cat also sent me a text message saying you screamed the house down.”
“It’s a lie,” sh
