“Belle? Is everything good?” Anne’s elbow nudging her arm pulled Isabella out of her anxious thoughts. She staggered, coping with the vibes around her.
Everyone looked like they were having a good time as they sang, sitting in a group circle while singing one of Charlie Puth’s songs. Rachel, across her direction, was smiling, playing the guitar while the others sang in duet.
Next, she noticed Cynthia, who was getting carried by the music. But Isabella noticed she kept glancing in her direction furtively.
“Where was your head at, Belle? You’re spacing out, and here I think you are having a good time, not until now.” Anne whispered again, still joining with the beat.
It’s been two days of staying in Mrs. Johnson’s hometown. People were friendly and kind, and all her family members we
