Isabella's Point of View:
I reached Hawaii on time, but it felt as if it took a hundred extra years. Time moved so slow sometimes and it was excruciating to wait through it. As soon as I got off the plane, I rushed to find a cab and then headed to the hotel he was staying in—I knew because I asked Carlos on my way here. Apparently he could check the bookings through their joint account.
Earlier, he had asked me to stay back and wait for him to come back and let him have peace for the week, but I knew that none of us would be at more peace than the peace we'll be in when I tell him everything.
I owed it to him with everything in my life.
I hurried inside the hotel and found the receptionist.
"Hey. Do you—uh, can you tell me which room is, uh, Achilles Roman is staying in?" I asked as she looked up at me.
"I'm sorry but we can not disclose such information without the person's permission. Do you want me to call him?"
