I ranged the bell I heard she is stepping towards to the door to open I was excited to the peak. Then she opened. She welcomed me she was wearing an o...range nighty with some flowers and hairs was tied with a bath towel to dry after a bath. She was wearing a spectacle too. First time I saw her in spectacles she looks little different. I asked why spectacles for that she replied she was reading some papers.There was the good aroma of agarbathis. I settled in sofa it was a 1bhk I just went inside. ”“Says the totally naked young woman who’s sat outside in her back garden where anyone could come and see her. I am proud of you Isabella, you haven’t had the best of upbringings and I haven’t been here as often as I would have liked but you’ve turned out to be quite a remarkable young woman.”“Thank you daddy but would I have turned out the same if mummy had still been alive and you’d worked a boring nine to five job in an office down the road.”“I guess that we will never know Isabella but. " Then Baron Bertrand was a man of good judgment." That may be so. But I reserve the right to make my own."-Walking up the damp and drafty spiral staircase, William grumbled to his chamberlain who followed closely behind. "I've been on this land less than a week, and I'm already missing Normandy." He heaved open the wooden door and stepped out onto the battlements of his castle. "It kills me to think that I'll have to spend my days here..." Letting out a desperate sigh, William stared at the. “Ready for our date?” “What woman wouldn’t be ready for a night on the town with you stud?” She smiled back and took my outstretched arm in hers as I escorted her to my car. Being a man of chivalry, though sometimes forgetful of it, I opened every door there was to open and pulled out any chair she was to sit. We had a wonderful evening of chatting and dining, a little more than friendly flirting mixed in reminding us both that for tonight; we were more than just friends. We stumbled through.