Chapter 23

As Isabella walked down the next aisle with the hope that she hadn't filled her cart with more than she could afford, her eyes caught the wine rack. Wine suddenly reminded her of Charles. He preferred whiskey on a good day, but he never turned down good wine either. As she stopped and scanned the shelf, she began to realize she might have to return some things. His favorite drink - well, if it still was- had just caught her eye and she knew she had to get it. While she grabbed the bottle and made for the beverage section to return the tea packs, she heard a voice from behind say, "Alberto Shade." Isabella froze. "Hello, Isabella," the voice greeted with not so much excitement within its fragility. Isabella quickly turned, but on seeing the person, she sighed lightly before returning the greeting. "Mrs. Oxford." Isabella then wondered how Charles' mother knew her father or rather, about her father. The classy woman in front of her wore a little scorn as her eyes scanned Isabella