&quot;May I come in, Sam?&quot; Candace gave Isabelle a friendly look. She was particularly fond of my cousin as they both shared a weakness for astrology. &quot;Come in, dear. I was just putting Samantha to bed again, the poor thing. She seems to have contracted Lady Huxtable's cold.&quot; Isabelle shut the door quietly behind her and rushed towards me, her skirts making a whispering sound against the floor as she moved. She carried a straw bonnet in her hands, pink ribbons trailing down from it. &quot;Oh, my poor coz! I didn't know you were sick! I wouldn't have gone with Vincent and Lady H. to the library if I would've known!&quot; &quot;I'm fine, Izzie. Really.&quot; &quot;I should have realized last night when you came home from the ball with that awful headache. But I thought you were just upset because Lord Windham never returned to claim his dance.&quot; I shot my cousin a dirty look but she just stared back at me with innocent eyes. It was very easy to forget sometimes that Isabelle's pretty golden curls concealed such a quick thinking brain. 2008-05-12T13:40:04Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/30065 <p>Nice job on the characterization of Isabelle, all cute and pretty but a little devious/conniving too.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/30065?basename=61745 2008-05-12T13:40:04Z THX 0477 http://ficlets.com/authors/thx_0477 <p>Great description: <em>her skirts making a whispering sound against the floor as she moved.</em> And Izzie&#8217;s comment through innocent eyes was quite the jawdropping line.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/30065?basename=61440 2008-05-10T21:18:03Z thebetweenspace http://ficlets.com/authors/thebetweenspace