Chapter 19 {Chef Isa}

"Take rest Isabella I am so grateful to you," Tracy said as she walked off.

"Mmm," Isabella said again. She watched as Tracy walked away, a small smile on her face.

But as soon as the princess was gone, Isabella felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her. She hadn't realized how draining it had been to perform in front of so many people - especially with everyone trying to guess who she was behind the curtains.

At the party it was time for the cake everyone saw a luxurious cake that spun around you saw a fountain that made it look like water the cake was truly well designed.

As the cake was rolled out, everyone in the room gasped. It was truly a sight to behold - with its intricate design and the way it seemed to spin around like a water fountain.

The queen looked on with pride, clearly impressed by the cake's beauty. She turned to Tracy who stood next to her.

"Isn't it gorgeous?" she said quietly.

"Who made this?" Queen Lu asked Tracy.

"Chef Isa she won the competition."

The queen's eyes widened in surprise.

"Isa?" she repeated quietly.

She turned her gaze towards the kitchen, where Chef Isa was no doubt preparing something else.

The queen shook her head in disbelief.

She turned back to Tracy, her expression still one of surprise.

"You didn't tell me Chef Isa could bake like that," she said quietly.

"Chef Isa already left great great grandmother," Tracy said gently.

"Oh," the queen said, her expression falling slightly.

She had been hoping to meet the mysterious Chef Isa - after all, not many people could create such a beautiful cake.

The queen sighed softly before turning back towards the cake. It was truly a work of art, and she couldn't help but admire it once more.

Isabella was already in her room her room she was peaceful watching a movie when she saw her program making more progress more hackers tried to hack through her extreme system but it went nowhere.

Isabella was sitting in her room, watching a movie and relaxing after the party. She had been feeling drained after all the drama with that rude man earlier.

As she watched the movie, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at how well her program was working. The hackers who had tried to break through it were met with failure time and time again. Isabella yawned and she looked at the program that she created she didn't even have a name for it but the security system around her coding program would make it hard for a union military officer to break through.

Isabella leaned back in her chair, yawning again as she stared at the program on her screen. She had been working on it for so long that she hadn't even thought to give it a name yet.

She looked over the code, admiring how intricate and complex it was. The security system around it was like nothing anyone had ever seen before - no one would be able to break through without spending years trying.

Noel knocked on the door and she heard a muffle come in. Noel walked in and saw Isabella looking at her she smiled gently.

"We are living next week on Friday morning and my husband and I talked about it you will get paid 500,00 dollars you made our store so famous."

"You don't have to do it."

"Dear we want to."

Isabella looked up as Noel walked into the room. She couldn't help but smile at her kind expression.

"You're serious?" she said quietly.

Noel nodded gently.

"We talked about it and we really want to do this for you," she said firmly.

"And 500,00 dollars is nothing compared to what you've done for us."

Isabella eyes narrowed she opened her mouth but Noel held out her hand.

"We already decided that you get paid and also here this card. Don't worry to much about it dear I learned so much but also you have made future connections," Noel said.

"You know I won't do it again I mean pastries and baking it was just one time thing," Isabella said. Noel rolled her eyes of course she knew Isabella would say that.

Isabella looked at Noel holding the card, her curiosity piqued.

Noel smiled gently as she saw the look on Isabella's face. She knew that the younger woman was curious about what was on the card.

"Go ahead and open it," Noel said, holding out the card to her.

"What does this card mean?"

"VIP."

Isabella took the card from Noel, her fingers tracing over the embossed letters on the front. It said 'VIP' in gold lettering.

She looked up at Noel, a look of confusion on her face.

"VIP?" she repeated quietly.

"This card gets you access to anything within our company," Noel explained.

"And don't worry, you'll only need to show this card when you come in."

Isabella's eyes widened as she heard what Noel was saying. She had never been given something like this before - access to anything within a company just for showing a card?

"Anything?" she said quietly.

Noel nodded gently.

"Anything," she confirmed with a smile.

"Thank you…Noel." Isabella said sincerely. She truly appreciated Noel's kindness. She wasn't good with showing her emotions but she truly appreciated her kindness more then anything.

Noel smiled softly as she heard the sincerity in Isabella's voice. She could tell that the younger woman was genuinely grateful, even if she didn't express it very well.

"You're welcome dear," Noel said gently.

She reached out and patted Isabella on the shoulder.

"We're glad to have you."

A week later the flight back home was alright the person who sat next to Isabella would make rude comments to her friend who would sneer and even tried to find a different seat but were unsuccessful. Isabella didn't mind them her stomach was normally big but it was much bigger since she was pregnant with quadruples.

As the plane took off, Isabella settled into her seat. She was used to people making rude comments about her weight - she had dealt with it her whole life.

But as the flight continued, the person sitting next to her began making even more vicious comments about her size and appearance.

Isabella rolled her eyes and read her book but she got annoyed when the woman tried to push her away and call her a disgusting pig. Isabella got annoyed and gave the woman a death glare that looked like it came out from hell.

The woman froze as she saw the look on Isabella's face. It was like looking into the eyes of a demon - cold, hard and deadly.

She swallowed nervously, suddenly feeling very afraid.

The woman scooted closer to her friend trying to hide herself from Isabella. Isabella went back to reading her book her baby bump sticking out prominently. She was about four to five months pregnant but she didn't care to much she was already willing to do anything for little babies.

"Maria why are you scared of that fat pig plus look at her she is pregnant I am telling you no guy would date her," one of Maria friend said.

"Mmm," Maria said she was honestly scared of that death stare.

Isabella could hear their whispers from where she was sitting.

She tried to ignore them as best she could - focusing on her book instead. But every now and then, she could feel their eyes on her, like a pair of daggers digging into her skin.

It was hard not to let it get to her - especially with them calling her fat and ugly. But she knew better than to let their words get to her.

As the flight progressed Isabella fell asleep her book falling out of her hands she slept peacefully her stomach big with her babies.

As the flight continued, Isabella eventually fell asleep. The stress and excitement from the party had finally caught up with her, and she drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

Her book fell out of her hands as she slept, landing on the floor with a soft thump. Her stomach was large with the babies she carried, rising and falling gently as she breathed.

The flight to Los Angeles took about ten hours.

As the flight continued, Isabella slept soundly for most of the journey. Her body was exhausted from carrying four babies inside her, and she needed all the rest she could get.

Finally, after ten long hours, the plane began its descent into Los Angeles.

Isabella stirred as the plane began to descend. She opened her eyes slowly, blinking away the sleep from them.

She looked around blearily, still half-asleep. The flight had been long and tiring - but she was glad it was finally over.

Isabella stumbled into her cramped apartment, feeling exhausted from the long flight. She was glad that she had made it home safely, but all she wanted now was a hot shower and a good night's sleep.

She walked over to her bed and collapsed onto it face first with a soft thump. The exhaustion hit her full force as soon as she laid down.

Isabella woke up to the sound of rain pattering against her window. She got out of bed groggily and closed it - shutting out the noise from outside.

As she climbed back into bed, she grabbed her pillow tightly against her chest - cuddling it like a lifeline as she drifted off back asleep.Rain pounded against the windowsill, creating a soothing melody that helped Isabella fall back asleep. The rain continued to fall outside, its rhythmic tapping against the windowsill creating a calming soundtrack that filled the room.

Isabella lay in bed, her body relaxed as she listened to the sound of the rain. She snuggled deeper into her pillow, feeling safe and comforted by its presence.

A week later moved Isabella moved even further away from Los Angeles she didn't tell anyone she was moving she just moved without a word disappeared like a ghostly mist.

Isabella had moved further away from Los Angeles, her departure almost like a ghost vanishing into the night.

No one knew she was leaving - no friends or co-workers were informed. She had simply packed up her belongings and vanished without a trace.

Isabella felt a sense of relief wash over her as she settled into her new home. It was quiet and peaceful here - far away from the hustle and bustle of Los Angeles.

She took a deep breath, feeling the stress and anxiety of her previous life slowly begin to fade away.