Donald’s POV
The sun was just starting to rise outside my window. For ten years, my first thought every morning was about work. But today, my first thought was about Isabella. She was still asleep in my bed.
I drank my coffee and watched her. Her hair was spread on the white pillow. I had a lot of things. Expensive cars and big houses in other countries. But looking at Isabella, I knew my life would be emptied of many of those things. “My life has always been so sweet with her,” I muttered to myself.
Isabella moved a little and opened her eyes. She saw me and she smiled, her face having no slight reaction of tiredness. The smile was a real one and it made me feel warm inside.
“Good morning, Mr. Donald,” Isabella said, her voice soft from sleep.
“Don’t call me that,” I snapped. I walke
