#Chapter 215: The East Wing

Fiona The interior decorator was a slight woman with shiny, shoulder-length black hair pinned back on one side with a neat bronze hairclip that matched her stylish blazer. She greeted me with a gigantic smile. “I’m sorry,” she said instead of hello. “I am quite nervous about meeting you, Your Highness.” “Please, call me Fiona.” I could see those nerves in the way the woman’s hands were slightly trembling. I hoped she was not about to try to shake my hand. I did not need to catch a dose of her energy, though it is difficult to be polite about declining an offered handshake. Fortunately, the woman gave me a small bow instead. I still felt awkward when people did this, but in this moment I was grateful for the alternative to handshaking. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Fiona. I’m Isabel.” I’d woken up today very excited to start on my new project of redecorating Scarlet’s old rooms in the palace. The baby had roused me only once throughout the night, a new record. And a good night’s sle