In Which She advances

#Chapter14 In Which She advances

Isla looked at herself in the mirror running the palm of her hand over the soft velvet fur of her blush pink dress that fitted her form perfectly, doing wonders for her figure. It was a gift from her dad waiting in her room when she got back from their little chat.

But Isla was unhappy. She had a frown etched on her face as she played out different scenarios of how this meeting with her fiancé after two straight years might go and none of them seemed to end well.

Putting on one last coat of peach lip shine she headed out of her room deciding to face her reality and at least get this meeting over and done with. With any luck either she'll meet him again after a long six months on their wedding or not at all.

She'd definitely prefer the latter.