Despite feeling extremely lazy, Isabella finally took a shower and changed into white shorts and a cropped white tank top, tying her hair up carelessly. She didn't even bother with makeup, but she was still beautiful with her naturally pink lips.
"The food's coming!" Hunter's voice from the door distracted her.
Her husband walked into the room, carrying a tray with two styrofoam bowls and two red sealed cups.
"Let's eat, so you can get some energy," Hunter said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Isabella stood up from the minimalist vanity and approached Hunter. "But I don't feel like eating," she said lazily.
"You have to eat. You don't know what's going to happen next," Hunter replied.
Isabella smiled faintly, watching Hunter busy opening the styrofoam bowl.
"What do you mean by that?" she asked as she sat beside him.
