Isabella’s Past

Isabella's eyes sparkled as she tried connecting the dots with what Genevieve said.

She could see it on her face but she didn't know how to place it.

"Did you and Rhett finally make up?" She asked with one brow raised.

Eve scoffed and took a bite from her food,

"We weren't quarreling before Bell," she answered.

"Then what do you mean by that? You have to say something or I will force you, Genevieve," still Genevieve wasn't bothered by her threat.

"How about you tell me why you called me out here if you don't want me to leave," she asked instead and then frowned when she saw the look on Isabella's face.

"What's wrong? Did I say something bad?" She asked worriedly.

Isabella shook her head and then picked her drink up, she took a huge gulp from it before dropping it.

"No, you did not. I was. I was just thinking about something,"

"Does that something has to do with me?"

Again, Isabella shook her head.