(Fifty five minutes later)
Nine forty in the middle of the night served no threat for Isabella Garcia, even after her family had finished unpacking from their trip to Tennessee. It was a fair place to have her celebrate her birthday in, seeing it was a place she and her family hadnt gone to in years.
One of her gifts was the series of Stephenie Meyer, who she found enjoyable to say the least.
Isabella was lying on her bed as she read Breaking Dawn to pass the night. It wasnt as fun as her other gifts, yet she wanted to be sure it was not to be the last thing she was going to enjoy. Save the best for last, thats something which didnt need to be countered upon when it was friendly and easy for anyone desiring an option.
Somewhere along the line, Isabella was expecting something tonight. A talk with someone who was going to explain something incorrigible as it was implausible. She didnt know why she had the feeling it was going to happen, but it just came to her.