One moment Isabella Rozen is walking down the street, minding her own business, worried about normal things like school grades, boys, and parties. The next she's ripped off the streets in broad day light, roughly transported for hours blindfolded and manhandled by ruthless men, plunged into a giant mansion or whatever the hell she's been taken to, and forced into what seemed like a hell of an expensive dress. To top it all off she'd even went along with marrying a guy she didn't even know who calls himself a Prince? All under 72 hours give or take. Don't freak. Don't you dare freak. She repeated it over and over as it became her mantra to keep herself from falling apart. This must be a prank, someone was punking her. Right?
By some God given luck, Isabella managed to keep some of her belongings, fragments of her identity. A picture of mom and dad, her brother herself. Frozen smiles forever captured in the crumpled picture. The dead iPod (sans the charger), and the diary. Somehow it all felt like a dream. Nothing but foreign collection of artifacts that no one would ever see. Something told her she wasn't supposed to have them. Then she wondered why she had been subjected to such treatment. This is a joke, and she was still merely trying to wrap her head around the punch-line. Still searching for the tell-tale hidden cameras.
She hugged the frame against her chest. If it turned out to be some kind of twisted kidnapping, if it was as crazy as she thought. There was no way in hell she'd remain the do-gooder, carrying along with their games. Whoever was calling the shots she'd demand answers and hell if they ignored her. This was her life and she wasn't about to let it slip from her hands. This is a joke, a sick one, and she'd be home in no time. Just as soon as she figured out what's what. Hiding the frame in her bag, slipping it under the bed she made for the door, tripping a little as the shoes felt way too high for her comfort.
"Fuck it." She reached for the side dresser and tore off the heels. Tossing them aside she sighed and went for the door. Whatever this was it ended now.