Isabella

She tore through my wardrobe with a speed I didn't know she had, flipping through each hanger until she settled on something.

After that, it was shoes, and then accessories. Once she was armed, she pushed me into the bathroom and yelled, “Five minutes!” as she slammed the door.

I spent more than five minutes. My movements were slow, dull, and delayed. I was sore to the point where it was hard to lift my legs. But I was in a blissful state, so I couldn't complain.

Paula's hands were on her hips as she glared at me when I came out of the bathroom.

"I'm sorry. I'm so...