When Isabella woke up the next morning, the sunlight shone into their bedroom with rejuvenating vigor. Although the smell of Sophie's rank feet hovered around Isabella's face like a cloud of toxic gas, she was feeling positive and confident about her ability to rid herself of this foot themed curse.
As her eyes opened, she moved away from her girlfriend's resting feet. Anytime she tried to move away before it felt like a magnet was attracting her face to her pillows of Sophie's soles, but not anymore. Isabella frowned and while a part of her hoped it meant this affliction was over, she wasn't convinced. So far it seemed to be Sophie's orders which caused her body to disobey herself. If those orders had to involve feet or not, Isabella couldn't say, but she didn't care to find out. Isabella got out of bed and got dressed before hurrying out of the room.
Her plan was to get Miss Mesmer before Sophie woke up. As long as she could get away from Sophie while she figures this out, Isabella could get a moment to think this through and find wherever that hypnotist is. She hoped Miss Mesmer was still in the city. Luckily, Sophie had planned to play tennis today so Isabella would have some time to herself.
Isabella grabbed her laptop and hid inside her home office. She searched up Miss Mesmer on Google and was led to her site where was met with a large banner photo of Miss Mesmer sitting, looking down at the camera with an expression of utter command. Isabella couldn't believe how much she hated that woman. She found what she was looking for when she checked where and when Miss Mesmer's next shows were and she was elated to see that the performer was in the city for one more night. Her last show was that night and then she was headed out of the state.
But Isabella had no intentions of waiting for tonight for the show. She didn't know where Miss Mesmer, real name Alana Morgan, was staying, yet she wasn't going to give up. None of the contact information for Alana Morgan was helpful so instead she phoned the venue where the hypnotist performed.
After her call was picked up, she said, "Hi! Hello, I'm calling about one of your performers tonight. Alana Morgan?"
"Alana Morgan?" The voice on the other end questioned.
"Yes. The hypnotist."
"Oh, Miss Mesmer!" The voice was jubilant, "although more than a hypnotist, isn't she? More like... like a mesmerist!"
Isabella rolled her eyes. "Yeah. Sure. She's great." Her voice was dull. "You see, I'm calling because I'm apart of the transportation company responsible for getting Ms. Morgan to the theater tonight and we never got the address to where Ms. Morgan is staying. My driver needs it before he can get her tonight."
"I thought she performed last night? Is it not the same address?"
Isabella thought for a second. "Is it?"
"It should be."
Isabella cursed internally, but she wasn't giving up yet. "Well that's the thing, I don't have either address. Either they used a different company or one of my guys accidentally deleted your profile from our system."
The other end of the call was silent for a moment and Isabella thought she screwed up. But then: "Okay, I got the address here. It's the Enchanted Marble Palace, I can email you the street numbers."
"No, that's alright! I know where it is, thank you, you've been so much help." Before they could respond, she hung up the call.