Capítulo 483: I'm not thinking obsessively, I'm polishing my plan

It was time.

It was time.

It was time!

Isabelle chewed her lower lip, fidgeting with the hems of her sleeves as she waited.

Waited was probably too kind and patient a word for what she was actually doing, really. She obsessively paced back and forth.

She did so enough that she probably would wear a pattern into the rug and wood that she walked across.

It was a testament to her husbands' great patience and tolerance of her many ridiculous quirks that they'd all refrained from making such quips to her just yet today.

Or maybe they knew that by continuously staring at her like they were now, they wouldn't actually have to say it.

She'd just imagine it anyway. As she was doing right then.

Nevertheless, she had a reason to be pacing back and forth, ready and waiting to leave the room again, finally - it was barely any time since she'd stopped having meet-ups with Caleb, but it felt like ages that she'd been trapped.