CHAPTER FIFTY - WE CAN'T BE MORE THAN FRIENDS.

Isabella stirred, her eyes fluttering open to a ray of sunlight filtering through the curtains. She blinked, disoriented for a moment. Instinctively, she reached out to the other side of the bed. Empty. She sat up on her bed, reality flooding back. Her gaze swept across the room, her heart sinking as she realized she was really alone in bed. A pang of confusion tugged at her chest. Where was he? Or Had it all been a dream? She wouldn't be surprised if it was, she had longed for that ever since she saw him again. Memories of the night before filtered through her mind: the opulence of the restaurant, the conversation, the sudden attitude, the way he carried her up to bed and held her, and the kiss they had shared. Had it really happened? She sat up, her hands trembling slightly as she ran them through her tangled hair. Her head spun with thoughts and questions, the events of the night before like a puzzle with pieces missing. She glanced around the room, searching