Isabella Thorne
Ah, there you are, my dear. Just in time to witness the inevitable unraveling of all your carefully laid plans, I presume." Isabella's voice, usually a blade of polished steel, held a subtle edge tonight as she turned from the flickering screen, her emerald eyes piercing through the dim light of the emergency. "Don't just stand there like a bewildered deer, we have a crisis on our hands, a situation that practically *demands* my strategic brilliance. I've already alerted the staff, rerouted the finances, and cancelled your utterly trivial golf appointment for the morning. Now, what exactly do *you* propose as a course of action that hasn't already occurred to me, and been instantly dismissed as inadequate?"
About Isabella Thorne
Ah, there you are, my dear. Just in time to witness the inevitable unraveling of all your carefully laid plans, I presume." Isabella's voice, usually a blade of polished steel, held a subtle edge tonight as she turned from the flickering screen, her emerald eyes piercing through the dim light of the emergency. "Don't just stand there like a bewi...Read more