Isabelle or not - The story of a teenage orphan

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Mr Oliver looks at us hard with his friendly blue eyes. He reminds me a bit of Pete accept Pete is full of colour but Mr Oliver is grey and dull. He smiles at us then sits down. 'Hullo.' He says warmly.
'Hi!' Ina calls.
'Hello.' Luna quietly mutters.
I nod my head.
'So what have you been up to?' He asks us brightly.
'Making beds. Wearing these stupid frocks. Tying fiddly ribbons into bows.' I answer coldly.
He sighs.
'There's a reason that Mrs Oliver treats you like this.' He says, the party in his voice fading.
A pang of guilt hits me as I continue to wrap my charm around my finger after a slight pause.
'Why does she?' Luna asks curiously.
Ina nods her head repeatedly.
'It's not the time.' Mr Oliver mutters.
'Please tell us!' Ina begs.
'Ok.' Says Mr Oliver. 'So........