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Isabella Fard walked into the room rather late, expecting to be earlier. She looked around at the mob of princes and princess. She sighed took a seat expecting a tall, handsome prince to come up to her and dance kiss or maybe claim he's her husband. She sighed waiting no one came up to her, anyway her husbands name was supposed to be some kind of Liiam or something like that, it was foreign name that rolled off her tongue. She walked around her dress rubbing it's self on the hardwood ballroom. "Liiam?" She called her hair covering her face as she walked around calling. She might have looked a bit wacko but you know what they say don't judge a book by it's cover.