We Were Both Young

Ch 3: Little Did I Know . . .

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We Were Both Young.

Chapter 3: Little Did I Know

∞Isabella's PoV∞

Had that really just happened?

Oh. Holy. . . I. Am. Officially. Dead. My head was spinning. My blood was rushing. My heart racing. I felt like I was one of those princesses I read about to Claire every night. I was living my own little fairy tale. If only I didn't have to realise it would be so short lived. I wanted to start crying, but taking a deep breath I managed to maintain my composure.

"Everything okay, Isabella?" the tall, handsome stranger standing before me asked, a look of worry written all over his eyes. Gosh, he was so easy to read. Wouldn't want him playing my money in a game of poker.

I was still dumbfounded. I pinched myself softly on the arm. Feeling the nip, I knew immediately I hadn't been dreaming.

"It was real," he confirmed, smiling amused at me.

"I'm dead," I whispered to no one in particular, "so dead"

"Why would anyone want someone as specially beautiful as yourself dead?"

"Really, You think you're able to flirt your way out of this one?" I shook my head disapprovingly.

"Well, Is it working?"

"Not quite," I laughed nervously, "I have to go."

I left him standing alone, staring after me for the second time that night. As I'd already established earlier, I knew this one would be trouble. Where was my best friend? I hadn't seen her at all. I needed to find her, the last bit of sanity I had left. As if she'd telepathically heard my thoughts

"Isabella, darling," she touched my shoulder.

I quickly spun around to face her, "Mirella, I am so glad you found me.." I stopped mid-sentence realising that she wasn't alone, "Whose this?" I asked directed towards her male companion.

"Ah. Apologies. How terribly rude of myself. This, Isabella, is my newly made acquaintance, Mitchell,"

I held out a hand, which he gently lifted to his lips,

"And this, Mitchell, is my best of friends, Isabella, our one and only princess."

"Lovely to meet you," I smiled, cordially, and he quickly released my hand, realising who I was

"The pleasure is all mine, Princess,"

"No, Please. Call me Isabella." I insisted. I hated being called Princess. That was not my name, and it felt so impersonal.

"As you wish," he said softly, turning to my friend he continued, "Mirella, I ought to find my cousin now. I think I've left him suffering alone for long enough now. It's a delight to have met you ladies this evening," he excused himself of our company.

"Very well then," she looked disappointed, "I'll see you later, perhaps."

He nodded, and walked away. She stared after him, smiling.

"Someone's got a little crush," I teased.

"Oh, hush your pretty little mouth, madam princess," she retorted, "It seems I wouldn't be the only one" she was looking questioningly into the distance behind me.