Rubbing her sweaty palms together, Isabella finally took in a huge breath, holding it in for a while, letting her system cool down as she heaved out a cool breath and finally rang the doorbell.
She stood wearing a lacy red knee length dress, that had a flare down the waist, her face had light makeup smudged with her hair finally straightened, the way she thought made her look more sophisticated. Given to the amount and effort she put in to get the look, for someone who ran away from home looking like a hippie, Isabella surely thought her look would make her at least her mother might look happy.
The door opened up as a tall man in his late forties, bowed ahead and Isabella recognized him as the new butler who didn’t know about her. At least not until she showed and got insulted two week
