Damon stopped walking. He slowly turned his head.
Walking quickly toward him across the courtyard was a young woman. She was wearing an incredibly expensive dress covered in delicate white lace. Her blonde hair was styled perfectly.
It was Isabel.
Isabel walked to meet him. She was smiling a wide bright smile. Her cheeks were blushing a soft, pretty shade of pink. She looked exactly like a young woman who was hopelessly delighted to see her favorite person in the world.
She walked with a very slight, almost unnoticeable limp, favoring her right leg.
Damon looked at her. His face remained hard, cold, and unreadable. He remembered the last time he saw her, she was screaming at Camilla in his private bedroom and he had ordered her to leave. He did not have any patience for her silly games today.
"What are you doing here?" Damon asked bluntly. His deep voice carried absolutely no warmth or polite greeting.
