She
stood looking at him in the eye, couldn't tell his feelings at the moment, and
felt nothing.
"Tell
him to pick it up, Isabelle," her mother commanded, her voice devoid of
emotion.
Isabelle
looked at Julian with her eyes devoid of any emotions,
"get
your knees off the floor and pick up the pins, Julian."
Julian
knelt on the floor with his eyes glued to Isabelle's,
"Good
Isabelle you'd be a strong woman soon"
Isabelle
looked at her mother with an empty gaze, Lady Arshcroft smiled and left the
room.
Isabelle
watched as Julian picked up the pins, noticing the blood streaming from his
knees.
"Clean
it up when you're done Julian," she said with a little pity.
***
Isabella
Arshcroft the last daughter of Sir Gabriel Arshcroft the High Chancellor of
Ravenswood.
The
wealthy and almost perfect family with three daughters.
Isabelle
was the prettiest, her hair as black as a raven, her empty blue eyes, and her
skin almost as white as the snow, She knew fully well she was envied by her
sisters but didn't care.
The
18-year-old had shown no feelings since the day she was born, which was
strange, but she was still her father's favorite because of her vast erudition
and profound intellect."
Isabella
cared about nothing and everyone in the village thought she was perfect but
that's not it.
***
"Mom
it hurts" Julian growled in pain
"I'm
so sorry you have to pass through this" Mrs Erica said with tears.
"It's
alright Mother things will be better soon"
Julian's
mother worked as a maid for the Arshcroft with her son.
Julian
was just 2 years old when his dad left them to their fate and since then
Julian's mother started working with the Arshcrofts to make earnings.
Julian
was already grown so he understood the situation and never caused trouble or
complained but deep down he hated the Arshcroft for some reason, Isabelle was
an exception he didn't hate nor did he like her.
The
21-year-old was admired by most of the girls in the kingdom notwithstanding his
background, his eyes were as brown as a rich mahogany, warm and inviting with
the masculine body structure that struck hearts like a bolt of enchantment
leaving admires spellbound to his wake.
***
"Isabelle
shouldn't you be in your room" Marie asked giving her a scornful glare
Isabelle
looked at her and smirked.
"Didn't
you hear her?" Charlotte
Isabelle
looked into Charlotte's eyes and spoke,
"
And who do you think you are to give me orders?"
Marie looked stunned, before she could say a word Isabelle stood and
interrupted
" I
do not like the presence of filthy and frivolous people so you can have room
for yourself," she said walking away.
"How
dare you ?" Charlotte asked in so much disgust
Isabelle
cared less and walked towards the garden.
"I'll
make her pay for this" Marie whispered through gritted teeth, her voice
trembling in rage.
***
Isabelle
spotted a Black rose immediately after she entered the garden, she moved closer
to it, lured to touch it,
"Don't
do that you'll hurt yourself"