She heads to the front door, hesitates to ring the bell. She takes in and lets out a deep breathe before pressing the doorbell.
She could hear someone coming to the door. When it opened, she was expecting to see either the mom or dad.
"You? What are you doing here?" Catherine's voice rang out in displeasure.
Great. Just great.
"I won't ask you again. What are you doing here?" she asked, her brow furrowed and her mouth downturned.
"I haven't seen you for a while, how are you doing?" I asked, ignoring her displeased look.
She wanted to close the door, but I blocked it with me feet.
"I was invited."
Catherine scoffed.
"You wish. Who do you-"
"Who is at the door honey?" Mrs. John voice rang out from behind.
"It's no one important mom." She turns back to Isabelle. "Get out of here."
Isabelle ignored her remark.
"Mrs. John. It's me. Isabelle," she raised her voice.