𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒

𝐓 𝐇 𝐑 𝐄 𝐄

I S A B E L L A

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𝐈 𝐘𝐀𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 and stretched, feeling the warm sunlight peeking through his curtains. My eyes fluttered open, and I blinked away the sleepiness. The room was filled with a soft glow from the morning. I hate mornings. I was never a morning person, just waking up everyday makes me angry.

I tiptoed across my bedroom, the cool floor sending a shiver up my spine. As I pushed open the creaky door, I stepped into the large bathroom. The tiles felt cool beneath my feet. I grabbed my pink toothbrush and turned on the water, wetting it.

If you don't wet your toothbrush before putting toothpaste on it you're literally insane.

I applied the minty toothpaste and began brushing my teeth. I walked over to the shower and turned on the warm water. I fucking hate cold showers. Like I don't understand how people do it to be honest.

I rinse out my mouth and strip my clothes off after. I immediately hopped into the shower.

The droplets danced on my skin, washing away the remnants of sleep. The scent of soap and shampoo filled the air, and I closed my eyes, letting the water cascade over me. It was as if the worries of yesterday were being washed down the drain.

I hate my life.

After about 25 minutes, I turned off the shower. I grabbed the fluffy towel, feeling its softness against my skin as I dried off. Glancing at the misty mirror, I caught a glimpse of my reflection, water droplets clinging to my long hair.

I'm cute.

I walked over to my closet and picked out the outfit of the day. I threw on a set of lace underwear and bra. I then grabbed a white long sleeve crop top that hugged the curves of my upper body, with some fitted baggy blue jeans to go with it. I go back to the bathroom and flat iron my hair. I applied some mascara and a strawberry shortcake signature perfume.

I never really had a thing for makeup, because I never learned how to do it. I see women with makeup and they literally make me want to turn lesbian.

After doing my morning routine, I head downstairs for breakfast. I can already smell it from upstairs.

I'm such a fatass, I'd do anything for food.

I see Lina, our cook, placing plates filled with food down. God I love her cooking. Lina's been with us since I was a baby. She's like a family member to us.

"Morning." I chirp.

She smiles at me "Good Morning, Isabella."

"It smells good, as always." I say walking over to a seat. I grab a plate of eggs, bacon, French toast and grits. I stuff the food into my mouth moaning at the taste. Leah places a cup of orange juice next to me.

I might need to bring her with me.

"Where is he?" I ask referring to my father,.

"I think he's in his office making calls." She says, cleaning up.

Of course he is. I sigh and continue stuffing my face.

I finish my food and thank Leah.

I began walking up to my fathers office. I reach the double doors and open it without knocking. I find him pacing around the room with the phone to his ear. He faces me and holds his hand up, gesturing for me not to say a word.

"Yes, she's ready." I hear him say.

I raise an eyebrow at him and roll my eyes.

"Okay come in 15 minutes, bye." He says hanging up the phone.