Chapter 15 The Heartless Thaw

Isabella was sitting under the veranda lost in a book with her thick-rimmed reading glasses balanced on her nose. Her hair was thrown up into a messy bun, and she was in her lounge wear. This was what she considered skincare. It was no lie that the whole courtyard itself, apart from the art room, was her favorite place to be. She loved the way the sun shone on her dazzling skin when she laid out, how she could lie in the grass if she wanted, or sit under the veranda. One of these days, she’d slip into the pool for a while.