(Lucas)
I woke up before Isabella and made her breakfast from whatever I could find in the fridge. I was able to make her a mushroom and swiss omelet. I would go grocery shopping today while they were at class.
I spent the days checking in with Jackson and Cam and taking a few meetings for Black Financials and confirming details for the upcoming conference we were holding for our nearby ally packs. Mostly busy work at this point, nothing that required my full attention.
Isabella came out of Sam’s room wearing tight jeans and a light pink sweater that made her caramel skin glow, words I never would have used to describe anyone else.
“Hi,” She smiled sheepishly as I sat a plate in front of her.
“Eat.” She eyed me but dug in.
“Where is yours? Oh my gosh, this is amazing.” She sighed, “
