Isabella

My heart rate still hadn't steadied from the ordeal earlier. I felt their eyes on me, scrutinizing, judging, trying to determine whether each word I spoke was genuine or a lie. And then there was Damon, telling me that I didn't do as bad as I thought. There was no way I was going to believe him, of course.

"Mia Bella," he said as his hands cupped my shoulders, pulling me back towards him. "You are captivating," his voice said close to my ear.

"Truly beautiful, and like the Queen you are. I didn't think you had that much Queen in you, but I'm proud. I'm so proud of...