#Chapter204
Isabella's POV
Flower has not told me much about her due to it being a sensitive subject at the moment.
All I know is that they recently got into a huge argument before Flower had to come down here for the holidays two weeks ago.
They haven't spoken since.
She tenses up at my question which confirms my suspicions.
/"Have you tried calling her?/" I asked her with a lower tone of voice
I do not want Lynnex to overhear our conversation.
It is not my business to tell.
She sighs and takes a seat on one of the beach chairs.
I follow suit, taking a seat on the beach chair across from her.
/"I just tried to in the kitchen but I couldn't even press the 'call' button,/" she confesses guilty
I frown at this.
I feel so bad for her.
I want to help her but I have no idea on how.
