Isabel walked into the hallway, clutching the soft cardigan around her shoulders.

Her feet padded quietly over the tiles as she turned the corner into the dining room where Lena was arranging a few things on the counter with the help of some of the kitchen staff, it seemed as if she was helping set up breakfast.

"Lena," she called softly, brushing her hair behind her ear. "Um... where's Isaac?"

Lena looked up quickly, a tight smile on her face. "Good morning, Miss Isabel," she said in a light ...