While she watched her reflection in the mirror the two girls bustled around her, fixing her already perfect hair and spritzing perfume on her pulse points and adjusting her jewelry, pulling out tennis bracelets and rings from some jewelry box and stepping back when they were satisfied with the results then they ushered her out of her room to the door where Angelique seemed to materialize out of nowhere and led her to the elevator, her demeanor silent as usual, not offering a smile or compliment.
When the door slid open Isla stepped out of the elevator alone and heard the doors slide out, she spied a Jeep resting where Jacques motorcycle had sat earlier in the day and she stood hesitantly, wondering where Remi was.
Almost as if he was waiting for her to think of him he rounded the corne
