Izzy’s POV
Today needs to be different, I think as I head down to breakfast the next morning. No more sitting around feeling bummed out about my parents death. They probably wouldn’t want me to pine away forever, anyhow.
Any ideas? Preferably ones involving a gorgeous red headed Scottish beast, Laurel adds.
“Good morning, Isabelle,” Dougy greets me when he joins everyone in the breakfast room a moment later. “Have you got any plans for the day?”
“Nothing concrete yet, but I’d maybe like to go for a drive today,” I suggest while I’m slathering a biscuit with butter and honey. “I’m just feeling so cooped up in this place. I’m going to start growing mold if I don’t get out into nature pronto!”
“Is there anywhere you’d like to go in particular?” Dougy asks, glancing out the dining
