CHAPTER 15

Isabella's POV

The moment Grandma turns off the Television set to cut me short the movie program I am engrossed in while chewing on the homemade popcorn I prepared this morning, I know it is high time we spoke.

"Bella", she calls, dropping the remote control on the small stool beside her and turning to me.

I chew on the remaining popcorn in my mouth and drop the bowl before facing her with a guilty look.

"I want you to tell me what is happening and why you are getting married", she goes straight to the point without beating about the bush.

Feigning confusion with my forehead furrowed, I shake my head. "Why am I getting married? I thought we have talked about this already?"

"Yes, we did but I am still not fully convinced with all you told me", she declares openly, watching me intently for something to hold on to. Probably a flash of guilt. Or breaking down in tears and confessing my sins to her.