#Chapter224
Isabella's POV
/"When did you get back?/" I hear someone whisper from the kitchen entrance
I smile at her voice and scoop a pile of scrambled eggs onto a plate, a few slices of bacon and toast already resting on the plate
/"Last night,/" I vaguely reply as I turn around to face the groggy bleach blonde haired girl
Her hair is now clean and elegantly cascading down her back in loose damp tendrils.
Honestly, I'm surprised how healthy her hair is considering this is the first time that she has dyed it.
She nods her head and slowly begins to make her way over towards the island where our bar stools sit.
I have to force myself to try not to laugh at her zombie-like demeanor which is easier said than done.
I expertly reach over and gently place the plate of food in front of a random barstool.
