Welcome to Isabella Wilder's story aka the third book in the Wilder Series!
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Isabella's POV
"Which one should I wear tomorrow?" Lynnex asks from inside her closet
I glance up from my book to stare at the golden haired girl.
In one of her hands she is holding an obnoxiously bright pink dress.
I remain silent as I glance over towards her other hand which is holding a neutral colored skirt.
Lynnex has stuck up, conservative parents.
They force her to dress 'girly', which for them means that if she walks outside without a dress or skirt on then there will be consequences.
The consequences consist of basically isolating her from the outside world or forcing her to learn old etiquette techniques.
It infuriates me to my very core how uneducated and unwilling to learn they are.
Thankfully Lynnex and her younger brother were much more open minded and actually willing to become better people.
"Neither" I reply, looking back down at my book
I hear her groan with irritation and stomp her foot against her hardwood flooring but I continue to read my book, ignoring the brown eyed girl's mini temper tantrum.
"Isabella!" She states frustratedly
I look up to meet the hotheaded blonde.
"That's my name, don't wear it out" I tease her with a smirk
She frustratedly groans again, a bright pink blush slowly making its way onto her cheeks.
I smile at the small reaction from her.
"I'm serious, if I don't pick an outfit my mom will not let me sleep over at your house" she stresses
Lynn likes staying over at my house way more than she likes being in her own house.
It could be because my parents actually uplift her rather than criticize everything she does.
Or it could just be the fact that she can actually wear comfortable clothes and be herself around me.
"Fine, the skirt" I sigh out as I go back towards my book
She thanks me before assembling an outfit out of my option.
I seriously do not understand why she could not have just chose an option herself.
She does this a lot, especially recently.
She will pick two clothing items and make me choose between the both of them only to assemble a full outfit within a few seconds based on my option.
It's like she knows which one I am going to pick but still asks me anyway.
"Was that so hard to say?" She teases with a much calmer demeanor
I hear her zip up her suitcase before walking over to her bed where I am currently splayed out.
"Yes" I vaguely reply as I continue to scan through the bold words in my book
The golden haired girl girl rolls her eyes at my sarcasm only to furrow her eyebrows at my focused nature.
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