I followed Isabella to her room, "Are you ok?" I asked, the pink-dressed girl. "How can I be, First, I'm going through an arranged marriage again and I lost my girlfriend" Isabella cried into her pillow.

"You didn't lose her, She just left. I'm pretty sure she'll come back" I tell her, putting my hand on her shoulder. She smiled. Then, I left the room, because she need her personal space.

I walk up to Camillo, "Y/N, Is She okay?" He asked me. "Yeah, but I need to talk to someone real quick," I say, as I walk up to the diner room.

"Mrs.Alma," I shout, making everyone look at me. " Why in the world would you plan another marriage, like it didn't work out for Mirana!"

She stares at me, knives in her eyes, "Excuse me, I'm the owner of the house and you're a guest so zip it" She shouts at me.

I turned boiling red and was about to say something back, but Camillo stopped me, He dragged me to his room, "Are you crazy!?!" Camillo shouts. I looked at him clueless about what he was talking about, "Abula can literally kick you out" Camillo shouts.

"Yea, so" I reply. "Something bad can happen to you" He rolls his eyes. I give him a smirk, "So you care?" I ask. "He looks at me, then groans, "No I don't"

I smirk again, "Mmhmm" He starts to chase me, "Come back here Y/N" He laughs out. "Never" I show my tongue at him, as I was running. 

We stumble to the ground laughing, "That was fun" Camillo joked. I agreed. Isabella then came into the room.

"Guys..."