Isabelle’s POV

The phone vibrated for the fifth time on the table. Each time, there was only one name on the screen: August.

After my conversation with Karen, I returned to my aunt's house. I had no intention of going back to August's house. That was something I preferred to deal with later. But since I was wearing Camille's clothes, I would have to talk to him. I needed my things.

I'd already rejected several calls. I knew he'd keep trying. I simply waited.

When August's name appeared o