ISABELLE
That morning, I made sure I acted as normal as possible: I ate my usual breakfast, when Sheila joined me I greeted her with a smile, and when Garrett summoned me to report to him I made up some false but totally believable rumors I'd heard about Reiner's most recent movements, something that would, of course, lend credence to his theory. Garrett was a blowhard, and he loved to be proved right: most of all, he trusted those who proved him right.
Once I had completed my tasks, I alerted the guards stationed at the borders that I would indulge in a jog: this was also a very normal thing for me - so they let me go without any trouble ... with an escort, of course.
Garrett didn't want his poor, little sister to go out on her own: with what was going on ...
Yeah, sure, I'd though
