The three of them turned to the door to see Isabelle standing, arms crossed and her curly hair in wild disarray about her. She looked like a formidable woman despite being quite petite. She looked like she was ready to murder all three of them if they spoke another word about her, her brother, or helping her out of the predicament.
Sofia was the first one to recover from the surprise of a wide awake, ready to do battle Isabelle. She quickly stood up and asked their guest, in her most cheerful manner, to have dinner. She smiled warmly hoping to send the message that they might have been talking about her but it was not meant to be a secret.
"Please, Isabelle. You need to eat you're getting a bit peaky." Sofia urged, this time putting a little force in her voice. The last thing Isabelle n
