The Price Of Love

Her heart raced as she saw a handsome young man standing beside her brother, he had blond hair that was combed back neatly, his eyes were nearly the color of a jade stone. He was tanned as if he worked outside and muscular, she had never seen a more attractive man.

"Sam, this is my little sister Isabella" Louis said politely "Isabella, this is my good friend Sam Wilder, from work."

Isabella smiled, she shook his offered hand and noticed just how tall he was, why he was nearly a foot taller than she. Although it wasn't difficult to stand taller than someone who barely stood five feet tall.

"Isabella!" her mother called for her "I could use a hand in the kitchen,"

She smiled at Sam once more before leaving the room to help her mother. She noticed that her mother seemed a little more frustrated than normal and tried her best to help her but also to stay out of her way. It wasn't until they set the table and started putting the serving dishes down that the door bell rang again, her mother smiled brightly and took off her apron before answering the door.

Isabella listened in as her mother fawned over whomever it was.

"Isabella, Darling, come meet our guest"

Isabella made her way out the dinning room to the entry way, an older gentleman nearly the age of her parents stood there, a dark suit on and a misshapen hat atop his head. He grabbed it suddenly revealing very thin balding dark hair. He had a cigarette in his mouth- she had never cared for the smell of cigarettes.

"Darling" her mother said making introductions "This is Mr. Ralph Stanley, Mr. Stanley this is my dear daughter Isabella Verity Price,"