*Third Point of View*
It was early in the morning and everyone was so excited, since tomorrow will be the big wedding. Isabella had chosen her dress a month advance. She was pushing hard to lose some weight, just so she can fit that dress.
"Lord jesus, I don't know how much longer I can do this," Isabella said to Spencer, as she put her hands on her hip. Isabella tried to catch her breathe while walking into her house. "Hey, just know it's going to be worth it at the end," Spencer said, grabbing a cold water bottle from the freezer. Isabella nods, finally getting her breathe back.
"Have you called your mum?" Spencer says, grabbing Isabella's hand. Isabella slaps her hand on her forehead slightly, "Fuck, I forgot."
Isabella runs into her room, grabbing her cell phone. She runs downstairs, getting back in her chair with Spencer. She goes through her contacts and finds her mothers number. She hesitates, but Spencer pressed it on 'dial'.
Isabella runs a hand through her hair as the phone rings. It stops, "Hello?"
Isabella opens her mouth, but her words don't come out. Spencer clears her throat, patting Isabella's back. "Hey mom, it's Isabella."
The line went silent, "Isabella? Is it really you?"
"Yes, momma."
The line goes silent again, "I'm so sorry, honey, for all I've done and said. My actions were so stupid, I see the pain I've cause."
"Mom, it's fine. I forgive you. I really wanted to call you a month ago, but I've been busy with all this stuff going on," Isabella says, sighing.
"Honey, it's fine. I'm glad you called, I really want to see you sometime."
Isabella looks at Spencer. Spencer shrugs, "Can you met me at the coffee shop downtown in 10 minutes? I really need to speak to you in person."
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The bell rings, signaling someone enters the small, coffee shop. Clara looks up, as she sees Isabella walking into the coffee shop. Isabella doesn't notice her mother yet, as she offers a latte. She gets her drink, looking around the coffee shop till her eyes land on her mother's. Isabella walks towards her, Clara standing up. They embrace each in a tight hug. Clara takes a step back, taking a look at her beautiful daughter in front of her. Her eyes tear up, amazed of how long she hasn't seen her daughter.
"Please," Isabella says, pulling a chair for her mom to sit. Clara sits down, thanking her.
"God, I miss you so much, where's Noah?" Clara asks, as a waitress brings her a coffee.
"Well, he's in Florida," Isabella says, but doesn't finish her sentence.
"Oh well what is he doing there?" Clara says chuckling slightly.
Isabella grips her latte tightly, but not so tight where she breaks it. Suddenly, Isabella regrets ever leaving her mother in the first place, "He's living with dad."
Clara's smile fades, as she looks down. "Mom, it's not your fault, okay. I really want you to know that I still love you like I always have. Everyone makes mistakes."
Clara's nods, her smile returning, "what was it that you had to tell me?"
Isabella pulls her sweater sleeve up to reveal her hand. She puts her hand onto her mothers. Clara gasps, "oh my god, Isabella, congratulations!" Clara stands up to embrace her daughter yet again. They stay that way, rocking back and forth. "Who is it?" Clara says, admiring the diamond ring.
"It's Shawn, and I want you to be there, with us."
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