The third point of view

"Guys, I'm telling you that I know what I saw," Isabella told them for the umpteenth time already, yet they didn't believe her. She was having a video call with Pedro and Anabelle.

If Niklaus was here, he would probably have a heart attack knowing nothing good would ever come out with those three together, judging from their reputation when young.

"Isabelle, Maya died years ago," Anabelle asked her, "Have you been taking your medication?"

Isabella glared at that fool, was she saying she was crazy.

"Exactly," Pedro supported, "We know her death hurt you the most but you can't keep living like this, you have to move on and stop mistaking others for Maya," Pedro gave his award of the year speech.

Isabella rolled her eyes to heaven, these two had not changed at all. "Fine, I'll change your minds," she began to type on her laptop while saying, "I have some evidence with me here and is on its ways to you guys,"

"What evidence?" Anabelle inquired.

"Pictures of her that I captured without her noticing- by the way, she's quite sensitive about people taking photos of her which makes me wonder what she's hiding," Isabella complained, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

"Holy shit!" Pedro was the first to see it and exclaimed from shock.

"Unbelievable!" Anabelle's eyes grew to the size of saucers. Isabella enjoyed watching their shocked expressions. It was like slapping the two unbelieving idiots on the face with the news.

"She's exactly the same," Pedro was shocked.

"And that little boy by her side looks exactly like your father Niklaus," Anabelle scrutinized the photos closely after zooming on them.

"Wait till you see the girl," Isabella informed them.

"Izzy, your father should know of this, why haven't you shown him yet?" Pedro inquired. He knew she always had a reason for everything she does.

Isabella's face changed at the mention of Niklaus, "Well for starters, I'm currently angry at him, so we're not on talking terms, to be honest. Even if we were, I don't trust him not to mess this up. I did everything to make him and Maya come together previously and he threw that opportunity away with his stupidity. This time, I'm going to do everything myself," she was determined.

"So what are you planning, Isabella? How are you going to bring them back together" Anabelle was curious.

"I don't know but the few ideas I thought of involves kidnapping her and locking her up together with my dad - which is unrealistic," Isabella scratched her scalp out of irritation.

"You know what?" Anabelle grinned.

"What?" Isabella didn't like that look on her face.

"You guys should come over to my place, we would solve this mystery together as we always do when we were kids," She suggested.

Pedro pursed his lips, "Fine by me. Moreover, my mom isn't here anyway, I'm bored to death and as a bonus, I get to see a grownup Isabella," He grinned.

"You shouldn't have expectations, you're going to be disappointed," Isabella said blandly.

"Till we meet then," He winked at her, " I got to go, ladies," He told them and disconnected.

"Like anybody's going to miss you," Isabella mumbled under her breath, "I'm leaving too, Anabelle. See you when I arrive," she waved and ended the call.

The moment the video ended, Isabella who had claimed to be indifferent to this visit rushed to her walk-in closet, ransacking it for her best clothes.

"No, no," She couldn't find something that matched her taste. The clothes were too boyish - her doings - or too feminine - Jennifer's handwork- none matched her taste. Isabella wanted something she was comfortable with, had a feminine feel, and a touch of her everyday attitude without seeming Barbieirish.

"What the hell is even wrong with me?" Isabella returned to her senses. Why was she trying to change her personality because of some fools she hasn't seen in years ago?

With that thought in mind, Isabelle took a quick bath and ended up donning a black motorcycle jacket paired with a white shirt inside and blue jeans, completing it with studded boots.

She let her brunette hair fall over her shoulder, adding a touch of red to her lips before deciding she was good to go. Isabella looked casual yet daring in her dressing; she looked nothing short of her personality.

"Where are you going this morning, young lady?" Niklaus interrogated her as soon as she made her way into the living room.

Isabella rolled her eyes, she didn't expect to run into him and had thought he had left for work.

"I'm going to help your future," She answered nonchalantly, noticing the way his brow raised questioningly. Oh right, he doesn't speak her language.

"I'm going to visit Anabelle, do you have any problems with that?" she raised her chin defiantly.

Niklaus stared at his daughter from her head to the sole of her feet, taking in her appearance. This was better than other days, "When you're back, we're going to have a heart to a heart discussion about your recent attitude,"

"If I were you I wouldn't count on that," Isabella told him, strutting to the entrance door

"I'm serious here, Isabella," Nik stated.

"And I'm serious too," She said before leaving.

Isabelle didn't take a car, she knew it would make it easier for her father's people to track her down. So she chose a bike instead from the garage and zoomed off. With this, she could easily shake them off her tail if she wanted to.

The girl arrived at Anabelle's place in no time, parked her bike, and went into the familiar house. Though there was a recent renovation, unlike them, Eden didn't make major changes to the house.

Isabella was led to Anabelle's room by the new butler and came in to see Anabelle and Pedro laughing at something. Both were sitting on the couch with Anabelle beating him on the chest playfully and Pedro didn't stop her nor did he seem to want to.

Isabella's brow raised at that scene, had they always been that close? For some strange reasons, their closeness irked her. But why? She wondered. That must be because they were having all the fun by themselves, she felt left out - yes, that must be it.

"A-hem," She intentionally cleared her throat so loudly it startled them. The two had been so immersed in their fun that they didn't hear her come in.

"Isabelle, you're here," Pedro stood up with a welcoming smile on his face, Isabella's breath caught in her throat.