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[color=ed145b][h3]~Isabella~[/h3][/color][/center]
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Isabella, felt terrible to put bluntly. She couldn't help it. Whenever she was put in such a situation, whether it was real or just hypothetical, she just froze. It was stupid and she knew it, but it was something she couldn't just make go away no matter how hard she tried. Now she had probably just made Zavra upset, upset the servants and guards and...well, she had half a mind not to attend this so-called feast anyways. Better if she just quietly stayed in her room for the night until they could get a move on.

She wouldn't get to rest so easily though.

The slave girl from before was standing in front of her room, offering to take her to the dinner.

[color=ed145b]"..."[/color] In...out. Breathe in, breathe out. [color=ed145b]"One moment..."[/color] She managed to quietly speak out. She had said she'd go, and she would. She just hoped she wasn't going to be the center of attention, and she wasn't going to be going without Graice. Isabella quietly walked into the room, taking a few seconds further to get her nerves under control as she gave Gracie a mildly pleading look.

[color=ed145b]"Come with me, please."[/color]