Chapter 67 Will I Still Have You?

• The morning sun leaked through the curtains, shining on Isabel's bed and pillow. She stirred under the sheets, groaned softly and reached for her phone on the bedside while still keeping her eyes closed. She picked up the phone and squinted through her eyelids. When she saw the time, she sighed.
• It's today. Reclaimed unveiling.
• She sat up slowly, her fingers brushing the sheets as she exhaled. Her eyes caught on her reflection across the mirror and she smiled lightly, using her hand to brush her hair.