Fifty-one

Leah's best friend and supermodel Isabella Delacroix, Isabella walked straight to Leah's bed and pulled the covers from her “it's one in the afternoon Leah, why are you still in bed?,

and why are the curtains closed? It looks extremely dark in here” she scolded her like a mother scolding her daughter.

“Please Isabella just let me sleep for a few more minutes” Leah mumbled pulling the duvet back over her head .

When Leah's “friends” realised she was no longer Tristan's fiancée and she no longer held any power , they all abandoned her and fled to Carolina's side instead .

Isabella was the only one who stood by her. Leah wasn't surprised her friend left her , because two years ago , to everyone she was the wicked protagonist in Carolina and Tristan's story.

Even though she was clearly the victim no one was willing to stand by her even her so-called parents, immediately disown her out of fear of getting implicated by her .

“Are you daydreaming?Did you even hear what I said?...” Isabella’s voice brought Leah out of her thoughts .

“You said it was one in the afternoon , but Isabella my it still feels like it's morning in my room… hey don't open that '' Leah yelped as Isabella opened the curtains.

“It's because the curtains are closed that you still think its morning, when it's already past noon” Isabella walked back to her and yanked the duvet off again.

“No give that back to me , I'm cold …” Leah whined and curled up like a ball .

Leah had to turn back from the windows , because she stays in the penthouse of the complex apartment, the rays of the sun shines more brightly in her room .

“Can't you just leave me here to wallow in my sorrows, Alone!”

“No, a high class lady like yourself shouldn't be in bed until sunset , so get up Leah” Isabella said, while adjusting the curtains .