Moments passed by, people passed by, the sound of luggage being carried and dragged on the floor, the clack of heels hitting the floor and people's chatter all dimmed as Isabelle stood frozen after what she was just told. Who does she call? Who could she call, who did she know to help her? She knew Giselle, she did not do anything that was not in her interest, could she want her father gone? Is that why she told this to her? Or was she trying to unnerve her? All that dimmed as well, it all dimmed when she thought of the possibility, that her parents were killed.
Why had she never thought about it before? She had been fighting for her own life from the moment she came to possess such money and power, even the possibility of it scared everyone else. They swarmed her with their elongated claws and greedy desires, fighting for what did not belong to them.
