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He turned and noticed Isabelle hadn’t moved an inch. “We don’t have to be late. Go get ready,” he said again with a wave of hand but in a low tone this time. Isabelle stood to leave; she was halted by his voice again. “Bridget will bring you some dresses in a minute. Make your choice out of them.” ** The Goldberg Event Centre was filled with dignitaries from high places, chatting and exchanging pleasantries. Isabelle and Fernandez entered with all eyes on them, asking who the strange woman with him was. Flashes of light from the cameras fell on them continuously like drops of rain.