Chapter 603 - Six Hundred And Three: Does Pedro Know (1/2)

The third point of view:

Life was the same; eat, grow, get married, birth a newer generation, and die. Humans engaged in the same endless cycle and Isabella was about to become one of them.

The click-clack of heels disturbed her from her train of thoughts. Isabella lifted her eyes, her gaze lazily resting on Anabelle who strode over to her in ridiculously high heels.

”Hey!” Isabella asked, ”Are you a giraffe?” how could her stupid cousin wear such high heels when she was naturally tall.

Anabelle stopped midway upon hearing that statement. She turned left and then, right before pointing to her chest, ”Are you talking to me?” she asked.

Isabella rolled her eyes, ”Then am I speaking to your shadow?”

Anabelle tilted her head in contemplation, ”Then if you're talking to no else but me, does that mean you just called me a giraffe?” it finally made sense to her.

”Tsk Tsk,” Isabella clicked her tongue, ”You're still as dumb as ever,” People change, but that wasn't applicable in Anabelle's case.

”Hey!” Anabelle was offended, ”I'm not dumb!” She glared at her, annoyed.

But Isabella didn't reply to her, instead, she gave her that sympathetic look that annoyed her the most.

”Hey! I'm a top star! Top star!” Anabelle proclaimed it as if she wanted it embedded in Isabella's head, ”Have you ever seen a dumb top star?” she asked, challengingly.

”I'm staring at one right now,” Isabella retorted with a straight face.

Anabelle's jaw dropped to the ground. However, she quickly composed herself, saying, ”You called over a busy person to insult her?”

”Busy?” Isabella snorted derisively, ”I know you took a day off,”

Anabelle, who was prepared to leave thanks to Isabella's sharp tongue, turned around at once with a force that almost snapped her neck.

”You've been following me?” She couldn't believe it. Isabella was following her? Why? This was too hard to believe.

Isabella gave her a stupid look, ”Am I crazy? Why would I spend my valuable time following you? Do I look like a stalker?”

”Who knows?” Anabelle mumbled under her breath, ”You did follow Pedro during his first year at university,”

But Isabella heard that and her glare increased, Anabelle gulped, taking a step back. Even after so many years, Izzy's murderous intent had not lessened one bit.

”I'm just saying...” Anabelle scratched the back of her head awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with her. She shivered, Isabella scares her.

”I didn't tell anyone I was coming home,” she bit on her lips nervously, ”H-how did you find out then?”

”Stupid,” Isabella shook her head, wondering for the umpteenth time how this moron ended up being her cousin. She reached for her purse and unlocked her screen before showing it to Anabelle, ”Spending time with my sis?” She showed her the picture of her and Allison that she uploaded on the internet.

”Where else would you spend time with her if not at home?”

”Ahh, right,” It finally made sense, Anabelle was embarrassed. Of course, Isabelle was still a smart ass.

”By the way, why did you call me?” It finally crossed her mind. Moreover, why would Isabella call her into a department store of all places?

”Have a seat,” Isabella tapped the space beside her on the couch, ”It's time for you to be useful to me,”

Anabelle halted in her step upon hearing her comment, ”You only called me because you needed me? Aren't we cousins supposed to see each other without an interior motive?” Anabelle said, sounding hurt yet somewhat happy inside - Isabelle needed her. Most times, it was her - Anabelle - that needed her.

Isabella turned to her, crossing her leg over the other, ”Why? What were you expecting? That we'd go on a date? What are you? Ten?”

Anabelle's eyes teared up but she didn't want to cry. No, she didn't want to cry. But, the tears wanted to be free.

”You're still cold-blooded!” She cried out.

Thinking about it, Isabella never changed. She was still the same except that her hair grew longer, her gaze sharper yet piercing. While Anabelle was cute and calm, Isabelle was regal and lethal.

”Good to know that I'm still the same, now, would you have a seat,” Isabella commanded, waving her complaints away like some kid's tantrums.

She added, ”And please, don't shed a tear because I swear to God, if you let a single tear....” Isabella was still saying when her cousin's eyes filled with tears.