Coming home

Meanwhile ....

Los Angeles.....

"So how are you feeling in preparation for your exhibition tommorow?!" Marshall asked as he turned to look at Isabella.

She slowly dropped the Tv control in her hands and turned to look at him.

"I won't lie, I feel really nervous" she replied.

"This is the start of something really huge in my life,"

"Like if I'm not going to depend on your fame and the name you already made for yourself,"

"Then this is my chance," she said, Marshall slowly sat at the edge of the chair where she was seat and pulled her close to him, lovingly caressing her hair, he had never felt more proud of his children.

"You'll do just perfect sweetheart," he said to her and she nodded slowly.

"I hope so," she replied.

"I hope you're aware there's no pressure, you don't have to do this," Penelope said as she walked out of the kitchen.

Their head slowly snapped in her direction and Marshall sighed, inwardly rolling her eyes at what she just said.

"If that is your attempt at encouraging