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Isabella Royal With a sigh, she sat on the blue covers of her single bed. She took in her "new" bedroom, where she would be staying for two years. To her right, a window, frosted over due to the coldness of the weather, delicate patterns could be seen up close. Turning her head she faced forwards towards her white wardrobe, it stood, completely out of place. Sighing deeply she ran her hands through her silky hair. Standing she walked towards her desk, beside her wardrobe. The desk was a dark polished wood, papers was scattered all over it. Picking up a paper she read the lines, "tax payment, Mr & Mrs Lee". Disregarding the paper, she flopped down on her bed lazily. Glancing at the white ceiling she heard knocking. Frowning she propped herself on her elbows before looking at the door being opened. In walked a women who looked to be in her late forties, grey streaks ran through her dull brown hair, tied into a bun. She wore a crisp white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and a black pencil skirt that stretched to her knees. The hollow sound of the lady's heals could be heard as she made her way to stand in front of the girl. "Isabella, what in heavens name are you doing?" Questioned her aunt, frowning in disappointment. "I'm laying in bed?" Bella knitted her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "Yes, I know that, silly girl. You haven't started to unpack yet." a expressed sigh, as her aunt eyed the suitcases. "What do you mean? I finished packing ages ago." Bella sat up, looking up at her aunt. "Right

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