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A pregnant silence followed such that if a pin fell, it could be heard .

Four eyes peer at her, one was that of concern and the other two was staring were balls filled with curiosity .

“ Phoebe , clean this mess up and come with me Isabella.” Mr Blair voice out breaking the silence that ensued between them .

“ spare me at least ten minutes. ”

Mr Blair excused himself politely from the presence of his son-in-law to be , making his way to the thoroughly wiped spiral stairs , his entire bodice reflects in the glass looking tiles.

He was not alone as Isabella tails after him , her eyes was not dancing like it did earlier, her balls sat in a slightly dim manner , her eyes bags sunk in and her mascara smeared around the corners of her eyes.

They arrived at the top floor and Mr Blair folded his arms akimbo .

“ Ahemm... ” he clears his throat lightly .

“ Isa , is everything ok with you ? ”

“ No Dad , I mean don't you see this man is trying to play a fast one on me ?

He certainly