Isabella violently adjusted the neck of her gown which felt like it was growing into the length of her neck to suffocate her more and more. But she was just harming the poor gown whose neckline did a good job of giving her chest breathing space.

Her hands leaving the almost mutilated material, Isabella found a nearby bench to sit on to gather her thoughts properly.

At that moment, the only source of help at that moment was putting her in a spot. A spot she definitely did not see ...