The point of view:
"What?" Isabelle was dumbfounded by the news, "What are you talking about?" she asked her.
She pouted her lips, "Well," she dropped the plate still containing a few slices of apple on the desk, " Since Julie and I would be getting married, I figured out that I would take time from work and organize my wedding. So I'm not taking any more jobs and I'm working hard on finishing my ongoing ones this week at the latest. Also...."
Anabelle bit on her lips which made Isabella narrow her gaze at her, trying to figure out her intention.
"Also...?" Isabella pressed, wanting to hear what she had to say.
"Can we have our wedding together?! "
"No!" Isabella shouted immediately as if she knew what was on her mind.
"Why not?!" Anabelle threw a tantrum, "Our parents had their wedding together? Why can't we? What's wrong with doing it together?" she complained.
