Chapter 97

While Isabelle was living out what Delia had gone through in her past life, Delia herself was presently lounging comfortably on the couch, chatting on the phone with her bestie, Cassandra, trying to catch up. "Cassie, are you seriously not dealing with something? You haven't asked me out in forever." Cassandra was sitting in a car at that moment, and right next to her was none other than the mighty Michael. She shot him a sneaky side glance and, covering the mic, whispered to Delia, "Delia, I'm kind of in the middle of something. Can I talk to you later tonight?" Delia frowned and suddenly sat up straight. "Is it serious? Want me to help?" Cassandra wanted to scream, "Serious? I'm about to die here! My heart's in my throat!" But with Michael sitting beside her, half-smiling and watching her like a hawk, she didn't even dare breathe too hard. "Don't worry, Delia. I'll call you back later, promise," she mumbled, then hung up in a flash. "...Huh?" Delia stared at her screen, bewildered. D