Fiona floated to Bella’s side and saw her face was the picture of shock, her eyes wide, her mouth had dropped open.
Fiona started giggling again. Really, she was hilarious.
Fiona glided behind her as Bella ran to the guest suite.
Grabbing her bag, she started digging. She pulled out an elegant, rich leather, designer travel purse, snapped it open and stared inside. Her brows drew together and her fingers sifted through its contents. Not locating her passport, her face grew pale and she started to shake the travel purse as if shaking it would make her passport magically float to the surface.
She gave up, dropped the travel purse and started digging in her bag. Then she started frantically digging through her bag. Then she dumped the contents of her bag on the couch and pawed through them.
Then she stood, face still pale, staring at the contents of her handbag scattered on the couch. Contents that no longer included her passport.
Her hands were clenched and Fiona bit her ghostly lip.
Fiona watched the expressions cross Bella’s face and Fiona knew Bella made the decision not to be anxious but instead to be angry when Bella unclenched her fists and her eyes flashed.
Fiona stopped biting her lip and grinned.
This was going to be good.
Then Bella snatched up her phone and dialed Prentice.
Fiona got as close to her as possible without getting into shivering distance.
With super-ghost hearing, she listened to their conversation.
“Elle,” Prentice said in greeting.
“Pren –” Bella started.
“You’re awake,” Prentice cut her off.
“Yes,” Bella said curtly. “Prentice, I can’t –”
He interrupted her again, “I’ll bring Sally home. We’ll leave in fifteen minutes. Be home soon.”
“Prentice, I –” Bella began but Prentice had rung off.
Bella took her phone from her ear and stared at it with that wide-eyed, mouth open look.
Fiona started giggling again.
Then she watched Bella dial again.
Fiona got close. Bella got voicemail.
Fiona started giggling (yes, again!).
Bella pressed a button with her thumb angrily and she threw her mobile on the couch.
Then she took a shower, got dressed and was in the great room, hair wet, face murderous, feet pacing when Prentice and Sally walked in.
“Elle!” Sally screeched the minute she saw her.
Fiona’s daughter ran direct to Bella, throwing her arms around Bella’s legs as if she hadn’t seen her in years rather than hours.
The anger in Bella’s face instantly melted away and it got that soft look it got every time Sally hugged her.
Fiona watched as Bella placed a hand to Sally’s hair.