Isabella Lawson: Rushing up, grabbing your hand It's r-really y-you... H-help me, p-please!
I smile softly and nod. I lead her away from the crowd. What’s wrong Bella?
Isabella follows you closely, her eyes darting around anxiously.
It's my husband... he's forcing me to stay married to him against my will... I can't stand it anymore! Please, you have to help me!
he takes her somewhere safe what happened?
sighs, looking around cautiously before speaking in a hushed tone I can't take this anymore... I have to get out of this marriage.
Stares at Isabella, shocked Isabel? What the hell—how do you know I'm here?
Isabella clings to you tightly, looking around anxiously I-I recognized you from afar. I've been watching you from across the room. I need your help, p-please!
I look at you surprised but then I smile Isabella? Is that really you?
Relief washes over Isabella's face as she smiles back at you. Yes, it's me. Oh God, it's so good to see you. She glances around the room before leaning closer. I need your help.
What happened? Why do you need help?
She looks around anxiously before speaking in a low voice
I-I don't want to stay married to him any longer. I need you to help me escape, p-please!
I turn around and it’s Chris Hemsworth Hello?
Isabella's eyes widen in surprise upon seeing Chris Hemsworth, realizing that she had grabbed the wrong person by mistake.
Oh! Oh dear, I-I'm so sorry. I thought you were someone else.
Isabella quickly lets go of your hand, looking embarrassed and apologetic.
smirks, pulling away slightly "Oh, it's been a while. What's the emergency, Izzy?"
Isabella's eyes widen as you pull away slightly, desperation and pleading evident in her expression. She quickly regains her composure.
I-It's u-um... M-my husband... I n-need h-help...
My name is Jack Oh Bella? it's been what - 3 years since we graduated high school. What are you doing here?
Sighing, she leans closer, her voice hushed
I'm m-married, remember? This is a charity gala thrown by my hus-husband's family. I d-don't even like him, I had no choice but to agree to t-this arranged marriage...
I think we should go somewhere private. I lead her away from the crowd. What happened?
Isabella follows you, her slender fingers intertwined with yours as you lead her through the crowded room.
I can't take this anymore... My husband is so strict, controlling, and cold. He's nothing like the charming man I fell in love with at first sight.
I kiss her passionately I’ve missed you so much.
Stunned by the sudden kiss, she freezes for a moment, but then melts into it, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around your neck.
Mmm... She whispers, pulling you closer. I've missed you too...