"The party has arrived!" Isabelle announced strutting into the restaurant. Her heels echoing against the tile floor as she walked. She styled her red waist-long hair in a high ponytail and wore sweats to get down and dirty with whatever Helen wanted. Isabelle said she would be Helen's slave to drag around for the day if it meant she would help Helen to relax. "No need to panic Helen."
"Thank you for coming," Helen said when she heard Isabelle's loudmouth. She felt a huge weight being lifted off her shoulders having someone who knew what she envisioned and wanted. Isabelle had spent countless hours around Helen hearing her talk about essence.
"No offense but you look stressed. That's not good considering you had a date last night. You're supposed to be somewhat beaming with fuzzy feelings not look tired as hell," Isabelle commented analyzing Helen's appearance. "You need to take a break. Take a seat and talk to me."
