Chapter 30: The Crow

“Now then, where were we? Didn’t you say something to me about your poetry?” Nodding adamantly, I pulled out my portfolio, which I kept hidden deep in my purse. “I’ve brought a few samples, if you care to take a peek.”

Smiling delightedly, Isabelle leaned forward. “Oh, I’d absolutely love that! May I?”

Tenderly, daintily, Isabelle reached a gloved hand over to grab the portfolio from me. “I’ll take a look at ...