Years later
ISABELLA
"Mrs Walton?" Martha's voice fills my ears, looking up from the letter I had in my hands. I was visibly shaking as I closed it.
"Yes, Martha?" I asked when she walked onto the terrace we have breakfast every day during the summer. The view of the city was just beautiful from our 8000 square feet house on park avenue.
"The chef wants to go over what to make for the dinner party," I glance down at my watch, it was currently 8:30 and Adam should be down any minute. He loves eating breakfast as a family and I didn't want to ruin his morning, it was the only time he had to spend with Rosalie because she goes to bed by 8 pm.
"Can you please see to that? I have a tight schedule today." Rosalie school starts at 9 and I have a PTA meeting about the upcoming lion king recital.
"Yes Ma," Martha says clearing away my empty cup of coffee.