CHAPTER THIRTY - SIX - THERE IS ALWAYS MORE TO WHAT WE SEE.

Isabella alighted from her convertible, moving over to the back of the car to get her stuffs from the trunk of the car. She had no idea how little possession she had until she had finished packing her stuffs in the house. It fit into a single trolley bag! Her stuffs in the office had fit into a box. So, when she said she was going to get her stuffs, she had brought a trolley bag and a box! Isabella scoffed as she remembered what happened at the house when she went to get her stuffs. Beatrix, oh sweet Beatrix had barged into her room ranting about how she and her whore of a mother could not let her have peace. She ranted about how Her mother had stolen Mr. Sanchez from her at first and got married to him instead. Now, her lifelong desire was finally coming to fulfillment and what? She was risen from the death? Isabella who had been trying to rein in her anger at Beatrix calling her Mama a whore, had burst into laughter at her last sentence. Yes, it's the third day and s