NOTE: If you look at the "Information" Chapter of this book, you can see that Savannah's house is Aquarine.
As soon as Elisa and Isabella set foot in the grassy meadow of Crestfall, Owen and Tony turned to them.
"Morning, Bella. We were just waiting for you," Tony said.
"Morning!" she attempted to say with a cheerful face, which was impossible to do as she noticed the way that Owen was looking at her.
"Owen, do you guys want to leave now? Or shall we call them here?" Tony asked, leaving Isabella confused.
"We'll go now. I'm not sure if they know." Owen replied.
"Alright, then. I'll leave you to it," Tony said, walking towards the house and leaving them alone.
"What? Where are we going?" Isabella questioned.
"To meet our other friends," Owen replied, offering his arm for her to take.
"Oh," Isabella said, her cheeks heating as she noticed his gesture. She forced her mushy-mind to finally cooperate as she realized how tense this situation was going to be. She'd have to meet her oldish-but-also-new friends, and deal with the fact that they remembered her, but she didn't--at all. But she took his arm anyway, and flutters passed through her body, shutting down everything else.
"Let's go." Owen whispered, snapping her back to the present as he brought out his Realm Keeper. "Dalemark, Aquarine." he said, his firm accent taking over her mind as the unbelievable clock rose before them. The silver hands of the embroidered clock struck twelve, as it shrunk to whisk them somewhere that seemed far, far away. Another mansion appeared, strikingly teal and a mix of sea green. A few stairs led up to the entrance adorned with colors that seemed to be a light hazel. But that was not all. Someone stood there.
And before she could turn to Owen and ask him who she was, the girl came running towards her. And as she came closer, her mind was lingering. Lingering on the fact that pulled the word 'caution' along with it, almost like--
"Bella!" the girl called, her vibrant hazel eyes locking with Isabella's as her locks of brown hair swayed in the wind.
Isabella's thoughts were pushed away as she forced herself to reply. But Owen did it for her, saying, "Yeah. It's really her, Savannah. But we have a problem. She doesn't remember anything."
"She doesn't?"
"Nope."
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