"Isabella..."
Isabella turned to look at the source of the voice.
She saw a woman in her mid-twenties dressed in a casual business outfit, her blonde hair waving down onto her shoulders. Her eyes blue and black-framed spectacles covered her face giving her a nerdy look masking her enchanting beauty.
Isabella smiled and walked towards the woman while holding her child in one and her luggage on the other hand.
"Welcome back to Paris, my dear" the woman hugged Isabella lightly and then hugged the little child "This must be my god daughter"
That woman kept gazing at the child as though she's charmed by the little angel's cuteness. Her unwavering gaze made the little girl uncomfortable.
This little girl never opens up her heart to unfamiliar people. She wanted to avoid this strange woman but with her mother around her, she couldn't help but endure the continuous staring.
"Baby. She's your godmother, Helena. Greet her" Isabella said to her child who was staring at the stranger in uneasiness.
"Godmother....?!" the little girl's gaze fell on the woman and surveye her seriously while looking at her from head to toes.
"Hello.." Tina smiled slightly and thought in her mind 'Not bad. She looks decent. Hmm, none can beat my mother's beauty'
Noticing her child's strangeness, Isabella narrowed her eyes.
"What's wrong?" Isabella questioned her daughter.
"Nothing. I think my godmother looks beautiful" the little girl gave her mother a fake smile.
"Is that so?" Isabella said doubtfully and sucked up her original sentence 'I never knew you are sweet enough to compliment strangers'
"Look at her. That mannerism, and those inspection skills. She's exactly your photocopy" the other woman clapped and said looking at the mother and daughter duo with her eyes welled up out of excitement.
" Helena...It's just that she becomes vigilant towards new people. What inspection skills?! Don't joke okay" Isabella spoke humbly. She didn't want others to notice her child's extraordinary skills and intelligence.
Even Isabella herself couldn't estimate how gifted her daughter was and how well she could adapt herself to new people and places.
'Can I even control her in the future? Her skills are improving at a jet speed and are already beyond my control' Isabella thought patting her child's head.
"Haha...okay okay... Let's go" Laughing awkwardly, Helena drove them away from the airport and took them to a modern apartment building complex on the east side of the city.
All three entered the apartment and Isabella looked at the decorations she vaguely remembered.
'Its been five years...still looks the same..' She thought as she moved her head to see all around.
The little girl had already knew that she should adjust to a new environment and calmly entered the house. She looked at the decorations and the theme in the house. It all looked simple and but also disturbing.
Everything.was in dark colours and very creepy to look. Other children of her age would have already started wailing on seeing those weird and scary paintings inside the house.
"You guys can stay in this room" Helena showed them the room before leaving them alone in the room.
After a few minutes, the mother-daughter duo unpacked their luggage, washed up and walked out.
Helena was not at all worried about Isabella as her house wasn't new to her. But on seeing the baby adjust perfectly to the house, Helena finally felt her tensed heart relax. She then asked them "What do you want for dinner? I'll cook them for you?"
"Anything is okay" Isabella replied honestly.
"How about your favourite meatball pasta and apple tarts?" Helena asked again looking at Isabella.
She was confident that Isabella still had a craving for her cooking. But she wasn't sure what the child liked so she added "Baby...what do you want to eat?"
The little girl was already confused and didn't respond to Helena. She never saw her mother eating and also cooking something sweet, but she heard Helena saying that apple tarts are her mother's favourite.
'Mommy also loves sweet things but never let me eat a single candy. How unfair' the little girl thought as she gazed at her mother.
Seeing that the Little Angel nodded her head, Helena decided to cook Isabella's favourite food.
The mother-daughter watched some cartoon shows on TV while Helena was cooking in the kitchen. Isabella wanted to help but was immediately rejected.
It took her less than an hour. Helena prepared a set of dishes that looked eye feasting.
The mother and daughter looked at the feast before them and were stunned.
A big bowl of goat cheese vegetable salad, a pan of french onion meatball pasta, Roasted potatoes with cheddar, three bowls of onion soup, and a plate of apple tart.
"Isn't this too much for us?" Isabella asked looking at the dishes. She never thought her friend would sweat to this extent for a simple dinner.
"It's nothing. This is all I can prepare for now since I didn't prepare many ingredients or else I would have made even more. You can't leave even a single bite of food. Empty the plates now, hurry" Helena hurriedly served the food.
Isabella took a bite and to her, it tasted delicious as always. Helena's cooked food was one of the best foods she ate. She gulped the food wholeheartedly.
The little girl was more than excited. She can finally eat yummy and flavourful dishes and not those bland foods her mother usually cooked. She stuffed her mouth and chomped on the food like a cute little hamster.
"Since when did you start cooking again? Didn't you say that you'd never cook again?" Isabella asked Helena with a confused face.
"I said that because I was a fool back then but that man's long gone. I simply moved on. Now I can cook to whomever I want. I can't keep myself shackled to those bad memories, right?" Helena answered nonchalantly.
"...." Isabella didn't know what to say. She was in no position to question her again. She fell into a deep slump and was only recovering because of her daughter. How could she question about other woman's decisions and opinions?
Isabella smiled awkwardly before stuffing her mouth.
Helena understood Isabella's awkwardness. She knew Isabella had even more horrible times than her. She was in love with her over obsessive boyfriend when Isabella had a child born from a stranger.
She broke up with her boyfriend and living a happy life while Isabella was bound by responsibility of looking after her child.
Helena simply changed the topic.
"Right, Bella. I should welcome you rightfully. How about I ask all our social group members to gather for a party tomorrow?"
"Party?!" Isabella was stunned and looked at her daughter.
'I can't let those people see my daughter. They bothered me enough in the past. I can't let those women bully me again especially not that witch's daughter Clara' Isabella thought and narrowed her eyes.