The third point of view:
If Isabella thought yesterday was hell, then this morning was definitely being trapped in Tartarus. She had been sleeping, having the best dream of her life (Pedro was involved) when suddenly a speaker blared right into her ears, startling her so much that she fell from her bed.
"Holy fucking mother of God," Isabella cursed, lifting herself from the ground with effort.
"What is that?" Annabelle didn't find it funny either.
A gasp was heard and both girls - Isabella and Anabelle - turned to sight Jacqueline dressed impeccably as usual with her hands placed on her chest with a look of horror.
"No cursing in the palace," She said, as if the palace was a holy ground.
"You got to be kidding me," Isabella said, then reached for her phone, "You woke me up by six am in the morning on a holiday!"
"Isabella," Anabelle said in a sing-song, hinting that she should calm down.
