Isabella's pov✨
I was heading off to a photoshoot, make-up free and just drinking an iced coffee, this is usually how I start my mornings.
Making the right and left turns that lead me to the place of the photoshoot took about 10 minutes. I was planning my whole day by the minute because I had an important dinner later on that involved my dad coming from California to catch up on stuff and if I was late he would give me a monotonous speech about how New York has changed me.
9 am on a Monday morning right after a crazy weekend in Bora Bora, had me dead. I was dragging myself through every block trying to comprehend how i'm going to make it to dinner at 7 without looking like complete crap and how I'm going to handle every single thing that's going to come out of his aged mouth.
-
"Isabella, remember on Wednesday I need you in Paris by 12 pm", Rachel, my manager repeated for the fifth time in the past 3 and a half minutes.
"I know Rachel, just stop stressing me out. Im already a nervous wreck due to the text I just got from the one and only 'Bradley' that person I call my father." I replied with a hint of sarcasm at the end.
"Ooooo what did the 'famous Bradley' say?", she suddenly sounded amused and interested.
"Apparently he's bringing a guest with him that might actually have a positive impact on my life, I don't know, I don't feel like it would be that life changing or amazing." I said actually thinking about who that person could be.
We walked inside a cute, cozy coffee shop we usually stop by once a week. We discovered the place back when I came to New York for the first time by myself.
We chatted about the most random shit and we scheduled + planned a bunch of new stuff which will have me busy for the rest of the month or so.
-
walking inside of my apartment, locking the door and just taking of my shoes made me feel so relieved, the next step was pretty obvious; taking of my bra, that amazing feeling you get when your boobs are finally free. (Guys idk what I just wrote omg 😂)
I was just about to take a bath and watch Netflix for the rest of the day when I remembered the dinner I had to attend. I was dreading it so badly but I knew if I skipped out on it, my dad would never forgive me.
So instead of that, I washed up, got dressed into a black well fitted gown that was not too formal or too casual. After getting dressed, I left my hair the way it is naturally and got into some black heels. I'm a pretty basic person when it gets to clothes.
-
Authors note thingie🍸
I didn't know how many words the chapter should be so I ended up with having it at 400-500 words which I hope is enough. ~Tuleen
