Isabella Royal "Right, well then, I suggest you go downstairs, your idiotic uncle and I... Well I at least, have some things we should discuss. Oh there are the papers, I was wondering where they went to. Must be Jarred's doing." She muttered, collecting the papers into a organised pile, before striding out the room. As Bella stood up, she heard the distant call of her aunt. " Be down in five minutes otherwise you won't be having dinner tonight" . Groaning she stood up staring at the ceiling, "isn't that child abuse?" She replied back, the only response she got was a chuckle. *Well that's reassuring.*