Preparing for the party

★★★★

Isabella slept well at night because she was tired from the journey. Her mind was calm and peaceful, otherwise different thoughts would find a way to disrupt her sleep every night. The journey during the day did not go in vain, as she concluded that the book she had read was a replica. But that didn't mean that she had believed everything that woman said.

Although her words were enough to get her attention, she still believed that the woman was not entirely truthful.

How can a book choose a person? Isn't it too much for someone to believe?

The following day started with a call and Bella's sleep was disturbed. It was from Noah. Isabella was not happy at all. Still, she received it with annoyance.

"Morning... what happened?" Isabella's murky voice asked.

"Morning... accept the video call. It's urgent," Isabella heard Noah's loud voice and a video call ensued.

As soon as she accepted, a man carrying two outfits came into the view.

"Which one?" Noah asked about the outfits. Both were black with white shirts and looked great.

"Both look the same," Isabella answered groggily. She had not woken up fully yet. Her mind wasn't ready to consume a single word. In truth, she was annoyed by Noah's call.

"Both are not the same. One is deep blue, and another one is black," Noah said, bringing the outfits near the camera.

"Heh... I am sorry," Isabella said and sat up. It was not her fault either if her sleepy eyes made a mistake.

"Black will look good on you," said Isabella, smiling and taking her hair tie near the pillow to tie her hair, which had turned into a bird's nest.

"Thanks. By the way, do you know how good you look right now?" Noah said, with dreamy eyes. Isabella's face turned rigid, not because of the compliment, but because it sounded flirty.

Isabella felt embarrassed as others were standing behind Noah. They saw and heard him. She knew what they had assumed.

"I don't know what would I say, but I comprehend one thing: you have a very bizarre taste in women. For example, you found a woman beautiful with messy hair and puffy eyes," Isabella said and rubbed her eyes. The next second, she yawned loudly to look bad.

"Not every man is the same. Maybe I have odd taste and I am satisfied with my liking," Noah said with a laugh. He gave hints uncountable times to Bella to make her understand his feelings, yet there was no improvement as if Bella was deaf and blind.

"Good luck with your choice. I am hanging up now. I have work to do," Isabella said and her fingers reached to cut the call when Noah shouted, "Wait.. tonight I will come to pick you up. Don't call Bethany and Danny."

Isabella found herself in trouble and searched for an excuse to deny Noah.

"O, come on, Bella. It's not that I am your boyfriend. Why are you hesitating?" Noah said with a casual tone. In truth, he was fighting inside. "He wants to be her boyfriend."

"Alright... Get bubble tea when you come over," Isabella said and agreed to Noah's condition as she got defeated by this pester man.

The call was cut, but Noah's eyes didn't leave the screen. These feelings were complex and disturbing, especially when he was afraid of rejection.

"Sir, do you like the girl?" a man said behind Noah, who was his designer.

"Yes. How great! You can understand it too. Why not she?" Noah complained and sat on a couch leisurely.

Everyone smiled as they saw their master be spirited. Being a millionaire's son, they never saw the Playboy character in Noah. Even they were always curious about his love life. They never saw him go on a date or bring girls home and it made them inquisitive about his sexuality.

"I know it is very hard to understand women. They took hella long to understand a simple thing. But it is worthwhile," the man said when Noah raised his brows and asked,

"It sounds like you have a lot of experience with women."

"Not women. One woman is enough. I am married," the man answered when others laughed along with Noah.

★★★

Later the same day, a woman was lying on the floor due to exhaustion. Isabella searched her wardrobe, but couldn't find the right white dress. She got lazy till the end. It was tougher than an exam. She didn't have time to buy the dress. For that, she called her friend, but they urged her to wear white as they wanted to wear black to look sexy.

She didn't know what she would do. Thankfully, she got wings and masks from her aunt as she brought them for her from the local store. But what about the dress?

After contemplating for a long she went downstairs and saw her father packing his lunch box. Isabella sighed and sat on a chair. She rested her chin on the palm and ran her head.

"What happened?" Bernard asked Isabella. He knew she was in trouble as he noticed her tensed face when she came downstairs.

"I don't have a white dress," Isabella said and sighed. She never got bothered with this thing as she never attended any college program, but now she wanted to bang her head. She needed someone who could tell 'Bella, you can go with your casual wear.' O, God, she would be as happy as ever.

"It happens when you have no experience with the events. And if you are careless," Bernard said and laughed.

"Stop joking, dad," Bella grumbled and sighed again.

"Stop sighing like an old woman. Your mother has a white dress which she wore only once, as she thought that is too young for her. Check her cupboard," Bernard said and went to the kitchen.

Isabella's eyes widened with joy, and she ran to the kitchen, following her father.

"Dad, are you saying the truth? Bella asked.

"Yes," Bernard answered when Bella went to him and hugged him tightly.

"Thank you, dad."

"Do you need a ride?" Bernard asked and kissed Bella on the head.

"No thanks," Bella replied and didn't elaborate more as her father didn't ask.

Bernard left and Bella waited outside until her father's car did not disappear in front of her eyes.

After that, she locked the door and went to her parent's room. She used to avoid coming to this room. Her father took care of everything about her mother.

She noticed the big picture of the three of them hanging on the wall. It was when they went on a hike and her mother was alive. She closed her eyes and calmed her nerves before walking up to the cupboard or she would get emotional and end up crying.

A faint familiar smell reached her nose, giving her a sweet sensation that stopped time and Bella for a second. Later, she got a white dress. A pretty mid-thigh length dress, a bit glittery with a deep plunging line, it looked alluring.