Izora’s expression filled with surprise upon seeing her, but calmness and rigidness also remained. Isabella, on the one hand, felt like something was clogging down her throat, making her unable to breathe normally. Anne, who was next to her, was nudging her arms toward her waist, asking what was going on.
When it seemed like no one dared to move in the silence, Isabella cleared her throat, turning to her new friend. “Can I wait for me on the outside, please? I just have to talk to her for a moment.”
Skeptically, Anne hesitated but shrugged and excused herself. By then, Isabella saw Izora gesturing her hands over the vacant table on the other side.
She followed her in silence, her mind starting to wonder what she was doing in Houston. Did she follow her? She thought. But it seemed unre
