Chapter One Hundred And Eighty-five: You Married A Player, Live With It

Isabella's point of view 

I knew I was busted by the time I awoke on my bed. This wasn't where I was supposed to be: I was meant to be under Maya's bed not on top of my bed. 

This could only mean one thing, Maya and my whole family members discovered my plan - I was in trouble.

Definitely wasn't how I plotted this to end, those two losers have ruined it! I had sorted everything in such a way that Maya wouldn't even notice anything was awry until we left for our respective homes.

But who knew those two losers couldn't handle their alcohol at all, they lost it immediately. If they had only hung on a bit longer, I would have thought of a way to send both home without arousing suspicion.

I must have fallen asleep under the bed while awaiting Maya's departure from the room, how unlucky I am.

But then, Maya's abrupt appearance was a great factor that destroyed my plans.