Isadora laid down on her bed, staring at the ceiling when she could have been doing a million other things. There was a huge library in the building and a theater room for watching movies. In her room was a massive screen that rivaled the one that had been in her father's house.
Yet regardless of all the wealth around her, her mind wasn't settled. She was well aware of the fact that none of it belonged to her, and of what she had to do to stay.
She continued to stare at the ceiling, listening, the window left open on purpose to ensure that she could hear and not miss when Dante arrived.
Jumping off her bed the second she heard the soft sounds of cars, she scrambled to the window, pushing it open wider so she could peek outside. The distance was too much, and all she could make out were vague moving figures as men in black suits got out of the car and headed into the building.
