#isabel01

While Juliet hadn’t been set on avoiding Isabel Romero, she wouldn’t have been exactly opposed to getting a few days to settle in before their (sure-to-be-awkward) reunion. But the fates were never quite were on her side, and upon sneaking into the Summer Solstice festivities to grab a quick funnel cake (in all her travels, no one quite made them like Old Louisa), she spotted the familiar head of dark hair by the very stand she was making a beeline for. 

It wasn’t too late to turn in the opposite direction. 

But Juliet had never lacked courage — if anything, her courage levels bordered on sheer recklessness — and she instead sauntered over to the Oleander Sentinel, determined to have her funnel cake and eat it too.

“Isa.” 

A glare was shot her way by Isabel’s current companion, obviously none too happy with how she had interrupted their conversation. She returned his glare with a withering look of her own, sending him scurrying away with a wave of her hand.

"How you are not yet betrothed is beyond my comprehension." Isobel flashed her signature grin as she began unpinning the princess' hair mere hours after constructing the hairstyle in the first place. A grand banquet had been held that evening with every host and guest in attendance, and though such an event might tire out the most energetic among them, it had only fueled Isobel further. "Could you not feel every eye in the room upon you, Isabel? Men and women alike have been dazzled by your beauty and, no doubt, your mind."

Isobel was proud of many things, but chiefly among them was her friendship with James' sister Isabel. The women had become friends as girls whilst the king's advisors still ruled Scotland, and the years only brought them closer. The princess was probably the smartest woman Isobel had ever met, and among the most talented as well. She had introduced Isobel to various forms of art and literature, taking the time to explain each concept with such passion that Isobel could not help but fall in love as well. Especially in her position, Isobel was grateful to have a female companion she could truly admire and trust without fear of retribution or deceit. "Is there any name I should whisper in your brother's ear? A duke? A prince?"

Mansha was no stranger to the concept of a casual hookup. What was new to her, however, was casually hooking up with someone she saw regularly. That’s what happened after Mansha and Isabel finally released some long pent-up sexual tension last week after their work-out class. They had been going to the same gym for a while now, and their schedules must have been similar because it seemed like they were always there at the same time, like clockwork. So much so that the pair slowly began to become friends, making plans to work out together instead of it just accidentally happening. Their friendship, however, never left the gym before last week. They had decided to go out for a drink after a spin class. Then Mansha had invited her over to see her place. Next thing she knew the two women were waking up in bed together with the sheets tangled around their bodies and their clothes scattered on the floor. And now they were about to both show up for their regular workout session, and the awkwardness of everything was eating away at Mansha. 

She had gotten to the gym early, and tried to work off her nervous energy by going for a quick jog on the treadmill. Much to her dismay, that didn’t help much. Then she saw Isabel walk in, and since she knew avoiding her would only make things weird, she decided to just walk right on up to her. “Hey! Long time no see, huh?” She asked with a bit of an awkward laugh as she tried to figure out how Isabel was reacting to their new changed dynamic.

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