I HAVE NO IDEA

Isabella jolted her attention towards the location where she heard the voice calling her and saw Marcus waving at her with a smile on his face. 'Could it be he knows as well?' she mused, then gulped before walking in his direction. "Good morning, Marcus," she greeted as she came to a halt in front of the receptionist's desk, facing him.

"Looking good... was Marcus' compliment, and Isabella couldn't help but smile.

"How?" Isabella asked, her heart thumping so hard against her chest that she could literally hear the sound. ‘Could it be that Marcus knows? No, he shouldn't know’. She was fervently praying and hoping he wasn't aware because she had no idea why everyone was staring at her in that way.

"I'm talking about your hair," Marcus remarked, smiling.