#Chapter224

Isabella's POV

"When did you get back?" I hear someone whisper from the kitchen entrance

I smile at her voice and scoop a pile of scrambled eggs onto a plate, a few slices of bacon and toast already resting on said plate

"Last night," I vaguely reply as I turn around to face the groggy bleach blonde haired girl

Her hair is now clean and elegantly cascading down her back in loose damp tendrils.

Honestly, I'm surprised how healthy her hair is considering this is the first time that she has dyed it.

She nods her head and slowly begins to make her way over towards the island where...