Isabella's thoughts were racing as she tried to steady her nerves. The tension in the room seemed suffocating, and she couldn't shake the unease that had settled deep within her.
She tried to focus, but the anxiety bubbling inside her made it difficult. She still couldn't believe she'd been blindsided by the announcement of this contest. How could something so important have completely slipped past her? She let out a frustrated sigh, trying to shake off her worries. Isabella's thoughts were racing as she tried to steady herself.
As she sat there contemplating her next steps, the door to the hall creaked open
Two familiar figures entered the room: Duchess Helena, with her imperious demeanor, and Lydia, her adopted sister, who wore her usual meek expression. Isabella's eyes narrowed as she watched them.
