ISABELLE'S POV— 33

Talk about a boring meeting, and we gather to have tea, tea I am sick of. I have been sitting in this garden with ladies in shiny outfits, elegant sitting positions, red lips, well-styled hair, the blond, dark-haired red and one redhaired like me, she an angel, and she's the youngest in the court, I haven't pinned precisely who her husband is. Still, Abigail– she has a unique name. I would like to know Abigail more, and also Lady Louisa. The rest seems scary. Kyler should have postponed this, and I wouldn't have to deal with them.

The court isn't so pleasing. It isn't fascinating since most of the women don't like me. I guess they don't want to interact. Maybe next time, we will visit the farm so I can watch people pluck fruits, cultivate, and taste some sweet strawberries.

Gosh, I roll my eyes and sigh heavily, having no idea when that left me, but they all noticed. Practically, my heavy sigh had broken the silence between us. I raise my eyes at the realisation, and now they are all