Sandra couldn't help the smile as she heard Mason talking to their daughter. She put it back up to her ear when he starting speaking to her again. "Mhm.. That'd be swell, love. Toodles." She chuckled, and hung up the phone, as Isabelle was getting fussy.
When the car arrived, Isabelle was in a car seat that Sandra held, and then kept it close to her as they walked up to Mason's luxurious house, compared to the loft Sandra was raising Isabelle in.