A couple of day later...
Isabella was still trying to shake off her confrontation with Madelyn as she folds her laundry. If she takes the deal, she loses. If she doesn't take it, she still loses and Ethan’s life would be ruined. What exactly was she supposed to do??
She goes over her opinion again and again, taking out her frustration on her clothes until... “what did those poor shirts ever do to you?” He strolls into her room, arms across his chest. “Ethan! I didn't see you there.” She exhaled sharply.?
“Sorry, didn't mean to sneak up on you. I just haven’t seen you much in the last few days and wanted to check in.” She couldn't tell Ethan about Madelyn until she has made up her mind about the deal. Which means... it was time to put on a happy face. “Everything’s great. I am finally over my jet lad and having a blast.” He smiled, satisfied with her response. “Glad to hear that. That's always tough to beat.?