The third point of view:
"So what do you want me to do then?" This was the first information Isabella received from Pedro's call.
He was outside the lawn and had his back turned to her, unaware of her presence nor did she intend to inform him. Isabella stood behind him without moving, call her creepy, but that was her idea of eavesdropping. Thankfully, the light bulb shone brightly in the dark else Pedro would have died
of a heart attack when he does turn.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?! I have no idea what you're talking about! Whatever happened was a mistake!" Pedro hissed, afraid of raising his voice.
He ran his hand through his hair, almost ruffling it only to remember he had a super-sensitive fiancée who wouldn't hesitate to study him and the cause of his disarray.
"Listen, I know the likes of you and your blackmailing wouldn't work on me, and don't you dare call me..." Pedro turned around only to freeze.
