Chapter 13 Gala Of Hidden Agendas

“We have another gala to attend. Be on your best behavior.” Mason grumbled as he jumped onto the bed, relaxing his arms behind his head. He was very stressed and not in the mood to talk much. “I’ve requested for your outfit, so be expecting it by tomorrow.” “Okay,” Isabella said, barely audible, as she dried her hair off. She had been ignoring Mason of late, and would only speak back to him when spoken to. She learned her lesson and obviously didn’t want history repeating itself.