Isabella Martini - POV
It's been a few hours since we arrived at the Dreamy Moments Motel, and so far, neither Sophia nor I have stepped out of our room. "You know she would begin to suspect something if we just stay in here," Sophia said, breaking the silence in the air as she continued to apply her mascara.
"I know, we might have to begin living our cover story," I exclaimed, and she nodded her head as she placed the mascara on the table, walked into the bathroom, and locked the door. A few minutes later, I heard the lock click, and Sophia soon walked out of the bathroom and came to a halt in front of me.
I glanced at her from head to toe while my eyes slightly widened in shock. She was wearing a black mini skirt that was paired with a silk ruby red blouse with a deep neck. And to finish off the look, she had worn her fishnet leggings with high heels. Her hair was left in perfect curls, and her facial features were accentuated with a little bit of makeup.
