Love Heals Wounds
39. Raining

Isabela rubbed the sweat on her forehead, she had just finished cooling down after a training session all afternoon. Some of the little girls were whispering while looking at him. Isabella only smiled as they looked at her.

Isabela moved out of her place while carrying her tool bag. Suddenly, one of the children approached him.

"Eumm..hai miss." said the boy shyly.

"Hi too." Isabela squatted down to equalize their height. The boy stretched out his hand to shake his hand, Isabella gladly responded.

"My name is Victoria."

"I'm Isabela." the two shook hands with a smile.

"How old are you, Victoria?"

"Miss can just call Vicy. Vicy's 7 years old miss." said the girl. Isabela raised her eyebrows then smiled gently, it seemed like this little girl wanted to get closer to her.

"Vicy has been with us for a long time?"

"It's been a few months miss." Vicy seemed happy Isabela asked. "Miss, if you grow up later, Vicy also wants to be a White Swan actor like miss." the net is sparkling.

"Of course, as long as you practice from now on." Isabela touched Vicy's head fondly. "Can you please show me your moves? Pirouette." asked.

Vicy nodded quickly, with a smile he did a round of 360° then posed gracefully. Isabela smiled and clapped softly, not wanting to attract the attention of others.

"Good, you're just improving your technique for advanced training." Vicy looks happy with the compliment Isabela gave.

"Miss excuse me." said to Vicy, the girl nodded.

Isabela walked out of the studio and into her private room. This dance school is owned by his family, therefore his mother prepared a special room for him. He took off his pointe shoes and placed the tool bag inside the locker. Then head to the bathroom to clean up.

After cleaning up and getting dressed, Isabella immediately left. He misses his bed and his pillow. His face looked tired, but he still returned the greetings of everyone found in the corridor with his best smile. While in the main lobby he saw Vicy sitting alone on a sofa near the security guard's desk.

"Good night miss." Greet the officer when he saw Isabella's arrival.

"Good night sir." Isabela smiled. "Hi Vicy, why haven't you come home yet?" Isabella sat down next to the little girl.

"Daddy hasn't come yet miss. Maybe it's stuck in traffic." Vicy smiled.

"Wouldn't Vicy's mom take the place of coming to pick him up?"

"Vicy doesn't have a mama miss. Said mommy died giving birth to Vicy." Isabela was stunned to hear that, while Vicy seemed relaxed as she said that.

"Oh, sorry dear. Miss doesn't know." Isabella felt guilty. Then he took out a lilac-colored lunchbox from inside his bag.

"While waiting, we eat a yuk snack" he said as he opened the box. It turned out to be a sandwich. "Vicy's allergic to something?" he made sure before giving food there are small children.

"Vicy peanut allergy miss."

"Thank God, this is wheat bread. And the filling is only vegetables and tuna. How's it?"

"Yes miss, Vicy wants to." Vicy is excited by Isabela's offer.

They both enjoyed the sandwich with Vicy's questions about the ballet.

"Vicy." a man came closer. Isabela looked at the man, his face handsome though not smiling. He's still wearing a suit, probably just getting home from work.

"Daddy." yelled, Vicy. "Miss, daddy's here."

Isabela smiled at Vicy, her outstretched finger rubbing the corner of Vicy's lips smudged with mayonnaise. "Drink water first."

Vicy nodded and took his bottle. Daddy Vicy frowned at the interaction his daughter had with the woman called miss. Vicy is not usually close to foreign women other than their families.

"Thank you for accompanying Vicy" said Daddy Vicy after Vicy had prepared to leave.

"Together master." seeing the person before him put on a flat face, Isabella did the same.

"Daddy, first acquaintance with miss. Kan miss is already good with Vicy." the girl shook her daddy's hand.

"Eh..I-iya Cy." The man was surprised at the request of his little daughter. He looked Isabella straight into his eyes while extending a hand.

Isabela was a little surprised, then she welcomed the man's helping hand.

"Ishabella."

"Not wearing a smile?" Vicy looked at the astonishment of the two adults.

"It's gonna rain Vicy" said Leon after taking Isabela's hand off. "Let's go home. Excuse me miss, and thank you."

"Yes." Yeah." Isabella refused to extend her sentence.

"Miss, see you again." Vicy waved with a smile.

"Sure, take care of Vicy's health." Isabela replied to Vicy's wish with a sweet smile. Leon who saw that scrunched his forehead faintly. He didn't smile at me at all.

Isabella did not wait for the father and son to come out, she immediately turned around because she remembered that there was something left behind. Fifteen minutes later he returned to the lobby. It was raining outside. He immediately pulled out a folding umbrella from his bag and walked out of the building.

Just past the main door, he saw Leon and Vicy standing up. They seem to have caught rain. Isabela looked at the umbrella in her hand, then looked at the tired-looking Vicy.

"Sorry sir, if you don't mind I can drive you both to the car with my umbrella." Isabella offered to help.

Leon looked at Isabela for a moment, his reaction was indecipherable.

"Pity Vicy, he's tired from training today." Isabella did not want to be considered to have any other purpose.

Leon nodded, looking like he was going to take an umbrella out of Isabella's hand.

"I'll take Vicy first." Isabela nodded and handed her umbrella. Not long after Leon showed up.

"I'll drive you to the car" said Isabela flatly.

"Alright." after Leon agreed Isabella stepped into the shade of the umbrella. Actually, the umbrella only fit one adult. So the two of them had to walk with their bodies together.

Suddenly the rain was getting heavier. "Sorry miss" Leon said. Isabella frowned inexplicably, a second later Leon's hand clasped her shoulders so that they would get closer together.

Leon felt a warm sigh running through his body when Isabela's face accidentally approached his neck. The breath and perfume that the girl was wearing could be clearly smelled by her nose.

Meanwhile Isabela felt awkward about this position. Luckily the distance of the white car was not far. So they don't have to linger over each other. Isabela held onto the umbrella as Leon walked in and sat behind the wheel.

"Thank you." Leon smiled faintly.

"Yes sir, you're welcome." Isabella did not notice the smile.

"Thank you again miss." Vicy poked his head out of the passenger seat at the back. His eyes looked soft, it seemed like drowsiness had started attacking Vicy.

"Yes, equally. May Vicy's dream be sweet."

Isabela turned her back so that Leon would close the car door. Apparently Leon did not leave immediately, he saw Isabela walking towards his car. The red Koenigsegg Regerra is parked right next to his Lamborghini Urus.

Isabela got into the car without even looking. After Isabella entered, Leon left.

"Dad, miss is so pretty, isn't she?" vicy's voice broke the silence.

"Yes sweetheart, miss is beautiful" Leon said.

"Miss as White Swan in Swan Lake. Vicy wants to be like miss when she grows up." Vicy hasn't wanted to stop talking, Leon glanced at his daughter from the middle spy.

Leon was silent, as if Vicy was admiring Isabela.

"Daddy."

"Yes Sweetheart"

"I want miss to be my mom."

Leon is surprised, he again sees Vicy through the rearview mirror. Turns out Vicy closed his eyes. Leon smiled, his daughter exhausted. His focus returned to the streets ahead, he only considered his daughter's speech as mere babble.

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