Della’s POV
It didn’t take long, and the voting day came already.
For the past few days, Stella had been coming to the shack I was in, determined to convince me to talk to her. However, everytime, I would refuse and would only let Diana deal with her.
All I wanted was my peace of mind as I take my time to relax and enjoy my days with my pup. I didn’t want all the stress and worries I was carrying over my shoulder to harm my pup in any way.
“No begging can melt my heart anymore,” I whispered as I thought of Stella’s constant begging.
Now that she had the audacity to do something, she should have been ready to face the consequences of her actions.
My phone pinged again with notification.
As usual, Albert sent me pictures and short emails of updates about Wakeland.
“Is he busy?” I whispered in wonder.
I’ve tried calling him every chance I got, but he never got through. He always sent me another message shortly after hanging up the phone.