Isabella draped William's white towel over herself, planning to sneak towards the bedroom to retrieve her clothes before William woke up. However, as she reached for the bathroom door handle, a sudden, loud knock startled her, freezing her in place.

"Oh no, it must be William," Isabella thought anxiously, nibbling on her nails.

"Bella, can you open the door?" William's voice reverberated.

"Ahh, it's him, and I don't have my clothes," Isabella muttered in dismay, her eyes tightly shut, as another knock echoed. "Should I open the door? No, he can't see me like this," she debated aloud, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Wrapped in a towel that...