"Um... excuse me?"
"Isabelle" Asher said, his word almost a whisper. She had been convincing herself of thoughts she hadn't even thought she had. She had arrived a few days ago, and she couldn't; leave her hotel room. Isabelle hadn't realized how hard it would be until she actually came back, so much had changed yet it hadn't changed at all.
She hadn't spoken to anyone but Isaiah and Marianne, and that was even because she sometimes didn't feel emotionally stable enough to speak to Marianne at times, it all came back to her. Everything, her parents, Xavier, Giselle, the company that kicked her to the curb and robbed her of her inheritance, and now Asher.
