The day dawned on Isabella as she watched her cast film on the river banks. She had no part to act today seeing that she was in a deep coma- In the movie at least.
Sighing, she moved from the window still as she headed towards the bathroom. Inside the room was as much as she expected, wasn't as much as his.
The room had no color, only the aftermath of the cement, which did a perfectly good job of hiding the bricks.
Forgive her if she's wrong. She's no expert on these sorts of things, but she sure could tell if a place looked good. And this was not looking good.
Killian had dropped her off here around midnight and to say that was one of the hardest things she would have thought he'd ever done. Not that she knew anything about that.
The look on his face, his eyes made her want to cry as he drew her into a long hug as he held her close to him.
