Isabella Campbell, is an orphan that the royal family of Genovia took in as their royal stylist when they saw that she was a fashion protégée.
Isabella saw Prince Philippe Renaldi as a father figure and was devastated when he passed away.
Two month...
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The Queen had instructed Isabella that in Mia's school she will known as her cousin as there was no need to bring civilians into this Royal Family drama.
They both drove to Mia's house. The Queen went inside while Isabella and Joseph stood outside. Joseph stood up straight while Isabella was leaning against the limo and eating hot Cheetos.
"I can not believe you are eating that early in the morning, that is not breakfast," Joseph said in a stern voice.
"Spare me the lecture," Isabella rolled her eyes while chewing.
Joseph softly chuckled.
"What?" Isabella asked in a annoyed tone.
"Remember when you first began this job, how scared you were of me?" Joseph asked.
Isabella eyes widened in shocked and she stopped mid chew.
"You're not scared of me now are you?" Joseph asked in a mockingly concerned voice.
Isabella shook her head slightly, clearly lying.
Joseph narrowed his eyes at her. Isabella didn't move a muscle.
"Good, now be a good girl and throw the packet out," Joseph demanded.
Isabella saw a trashcan, not far from them and threw the bag of Cheetos out.
Isabella took a deep breath and composed herself.
She then turned to Joseph.
"I have nothing to eat for breakfast. Thank you for making me starve," Isabella smiled sarcastically.
"Eat an apple," Joseph demanded.
"I don't have an apple," Isabella responded.
Joseph went to the driving seat of the limousine and took something out of the dashboard.
It was an apple wrapped up in a plastic bag.
He handed it to her.
"You brought an apple for me," Isabella smirked and took the apple out of the bag.
"Eat," Joseph demanded.
Isabella chuckled and took a bite out of the apple.
"You know, you act like this big bag security guard who can snap me like a twig but truth is, you're a softy Joseph," Isabella smirked.
"You're correct," Joseph nodded.
Isabella smiled proudly.
"I can snap you like a twig, don't give me a reason too," Joseph glared at her.
