Beginnings ➣ Monroe [1]

15 | DANSE MACABRE PT. 3

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Isabelle and Wu weren't sure why, but they were both laughing uncontrollably at something one of them has said.

"Alright, I'm done. This beauty needs to get sleep." Isabelle breathes standing up. "Wu, I bid you farewell. It's been an informative evening."

"That's what I'm here for." Wu smirks. "Alright, get  the hell out of here. Don't talk to strangers."

"Not making any promises." Isabelle calls walking out of the door, shivering from the cold Portland air. Signaling over a taxi she quickly climbs in the backseat. "Parkland Avenue, please — preferably before I pass out and take a fourteen hour nap."

"Yes, ma'am." The driver nods driving off.

Pulling out her phone Isabelle scrolls through her recent calls, realizing too late that she had clicked on Juliette's name.

"Izzy, hey." Juliette greets answering the phone.

"Hey, Jules. What's up?" Isabelle asks.

"Me and Nick just got back from dinner. He's in the shower right now." Juliette informs her.

"Woah — cousin TMI." Isabelle states.

"My bad." Juliette laughs.

"Look, I love you like a sister. But I can't discuss what happens in your guys' downstairs business. As Nick's cousin that would be, like, incest or something." Isabelle remarks.

"Isabelle, are you drunk?" Juliette questions.

"What? No, I'm.." Isabelle starts and pauses briefly before breathing out a tired sigh. "Okay. I might be a smidge drunk. But don't tell Nick. He'll just make fun of me."

"Your secret's safe with me." Juliette assures her.

"You swear?" Isabelle inquires.

"Cross my heart." Juliette promises.

"Okay. Thanks." Isabelle smiles. "Ooh, look at that. I'm at my house already. That driver was fast."

"Isabelle — take a hot shower, go to sleep and get a large Starbucks drink in the morning." Juliette tells her.

"Will do. Thanks, girl." Isabelle grins hanging up before handing the driver money. "Nice driving, Mr Driver. The tip's for not killing me."