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Her perfectly shaped eyebrows rose “Princess Isabel”

Shit Holy shit

“Oh, I’ed

She placed a hand on her hip “I take it you knohere my brother is?”

“Actually I don’t” I rounded the couch “I’m Molly” I extended my hand

She looked at it I didn’t know if I had just made a royal faux paus, but she took it with a mild shake

“Nice to meet you, Molly”

I smiled “You don’t knohere he is either?”

“I caed I need to discuss a few do the train on her dress slide across the floor

I could see traces of Damon’s features The dark hair and dark eyes But Isabel had a certain grace, as if she floated on her designer shoes I had to remind myself not to stare

“Drink?” she offered

I nodded It seemed rude to turn the princess down, especially after I treated her like an intruder in her brother’s home

“So how long have you been seeing my brother?” She poured both of us a vodka drink

“It’s not really like that”

She twirled toward me “It’s not? Hmm”