"It's really too much trouble for you, Ned. It's your birthday, and yet you went out of your way to drive over and pick us up. I feel so bad!" Seeing her ideal future son-in-law in his sharp suit, Isabella couldn't stop beaming.
"It's no trouble at all. Lara is my date; it's only right that I come personally to get her." He replied politely.
Hearing this, Lara was overjoyed, her shy delight written all over her face.
"Then let's get going. We can chat in the car!" Isabella looked at the handsome pair, her heart filled with happiness.
It wouldn't be long now—her wish would soon come true. Everything was proceeding smoothly…
The sky had already turned pitch black. It was nearly seven o'clock. Sophie took the bus to the vicinity of Ned's villa and, after a fifteen-minute walk, arrived at the imposing white super-wide iron gate.
Unsure how to enter, she stood at the entrance for a long time. She called Ned several times, but no one answered.
