Belle Âme Seth Clearwater

The buzzing sound of the city filled the air as everyone hurried on to either get home or complete an errand. Of course, others sort to relax and unwind as the day slowly ended. But not for Isabelle. Hers was just starting.

Living in Los Angeles and working in one of the most popular bars in the city, Friday night proved to be the most hectic and she couldn't be more grateful. She needed all the tips she could lay her hands on.

She leaned on the counter, eyeing the door for the next client that would walk in. She wanted to serve as many patrons tonight as possible. The money would help her grow her savings for her dear brother's treatment.

Thoughts of her brother almost made her lose her target, but she recuperated right as the door to the Solo Bar and Lounge opened and a group of well-dressed ladies trouped in. It immediately drew Isabelle to them. She left her position at the counter and took long strides towards the table they had occupied.

At only seventeen, Isabelle had a figure that turned heads wherever she went. Her pale blue eyes were impossible to ignore, and she knew exactly how to use them to her advantage.

"Hello, ladies!" Isabelle said with a huge smile on her face. 

The ladies stopped talking amongst themselves and turned to stare at her. They were not outright angry at her for interrupting them, they just seemed indifferent.

"I am Isabelle, and I am your server for the night. What would you like to have?" She asked, using her sweetest voice.

 It had worked for her every time she tried it, and this time wouldn't be different.

The three ladies loosened up a bit and smiled back at her. 

"I'd like a bottle of white wine please, " the one closest to her said and Isabelle diligently wrote the order.

The other two stared at one another and waved their hands at the same time. 

"We'll have the same thing," they said in unison.

Isabelle's smile grew even bigger. Surely they already liked her and the tip she would give would be huge. But then a small voice at the back of her mind reminded her of how much exactly she needed at that moment. 

Landon needed more than some meagre tips to survive what he was going through in the hospital.

Her smile no longer came from her heart as she walked to the bar to get them their drink.

"Isa?"

Isabelle didn't have to turn around to see who it was. She knew from the way her name was called that it was her supervisor. She rolled her eyes and tried to keep her fake smile on her face as she finally turned around.

"Yes, ma'am?" Isabelle replied.

"Martha called. She said your brother had been feeling the pains again," her supervisor said and Isabelle felt her heart drop to her stomach.

God no! Not now — Isabelle thought as her heartbeat.