Sandra looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Why did you say you never wanted to be caught by Isabella?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. I hesitated, unsure of how to explain the complicated feelings swirling inside me. I muttered a quiet "no reason," but inside, I was filled with fear. The thought of losing Sandra's friendship was unbearable, and the idea of being caught by Isabella was even worse. I needed to play my cards right.

Isabella's birthday was approaching, a day she had been eagerly anticipating. She wanted to celebrate with all her heart and joy. Sandra, always the life of the party, was excited about the event....