Isla Prescott was hungover. She felt groggy and unsteady all day and was in no state to work.
She deeply regretted drowning her sorrows in alcohol.
The alcohol could only offer a temporary numbness; it couldn't truly heal her pain. When she woke up the next day, the heavy feeling in her heart was still there. Worse, her physical discomfort only made her feel more depressed.
Isla Prescott stayed at her studio until four in the afternoon before heading home to rest.
She had just arrived at her residential complex when she saw Shane Sterling's car parked in the shade of a tree.
'Isn't he supposed to be getting engaged today? Why is his car here?'
'Could Justin Wyatt have driven it here?'
Puzzled, Isla Prescott went upstairs. As she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Shane Sterling squatting by her door, studying the potted plant next to it.
Hearing her footsteps, Shane Sterling turned to look at her.
"You're back."
