Isabella awoke to the light seeping through the window near her desk in the corner. She slowly rose from underneath the comfy blanket, walking over to the window. She noticed Owen already there, talking with Tony. She quickly walked over to the mirror, making sure she looked fine. Although it took a few tries, she was able to pull her hair into a ponytail that wasn't too messy. She trotted down the stairs, meeting Elisa at the kitchen.
"Good morning, Bella."
"Good morning."
"Did you sleep well?"
"Yes. It was really comfy up there."
Elisa smiled, handing her a bowl of yellow glop with a spoon.
"Here's breakfast."
"Thank you."
Isabella took a spoon from the bowl, and it tasted like a warm, chocolate-glazed donut. It was so tasty that she wanted to ask for seconds. But she didn't want to be impolite.
She distracted herself, asking Elisa the question that she already knew the answer to. "Where's Tony?"
"Oh, he's outside, talking with Owen."
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