Chapter 95 Ninety Five

• ISABELLA POV
• “I’m organizing a small get-together in the garden,” Edward’s frozen drifted from the bedroom to the bathroom. “I want you to be there and look your best.”
• I studied my reflection in the mirror, my fingers tapping gently on my chin and neck. The slap Lucas had given me the day before still lingered, its red marks glaring through. My skin was so sensitive that no little thing showed. This wasn’t so little, anyway. I didn’t even examine it well yesterday until now, when I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Now, I can see that he really did hurt me and that his attack was quite something. I wondered if makeup could cover it. Edward could never see this.