Isabella's delicate face is now marred with a deep frown as she stares at the blonde guy who's calmly marching down the stage.
Let it be known that Isabella wasn't the jealous nor the arrogant type. Her horizons were broad and she knew that compared to the ocean of geniuses out there, she was just slightly luckier.
Similarly, she worked hard to not waste the heavenly gifts she received, much like everyone else who was here right now. She has her reasons for bitterly training to pursue power, and she's confident that, at some level, she's above the majority because of her latent potential and hard work combined.
But that blonde guy, Cedric as she has learned, isn't he a little ridiculous? Where did he come from?
