"I-Isabelle… how the hell did you pull this off?!" Chris exclaims.
He stands stunned before a massive villa on the white beach of a small Hawaiian island. Zaira and Mia are just as amazed.
"I already told you, didn't I? It's a gift from the man I work for. To reward my dedication and precision, he let us use one of his private islands for a few days so we can enjoy a well-deserved vacation."
Mia stares at her suspiciously.
"I doubt anyone would leave a private island to their cleaning lady just because she dusts well… Isabelle, are you sure there isn't something else going on?"
Isabelle looks around, playing dumb.
"I really don't understand what you're talking about, Princess Mia."
"Oh, yes you do! I hope you didn't do anything obscene with that man to get the keys to this villa! Knowing how perverted you are, it wouldn't surprise me at all!"
Isabelle pouts.
