With another heavy sigh, Isabella swung her legs over the side of the bed. Her feet touched the plush, sheepskin rug, and she shivered slightly. She stood up, stretching her lithe frame, and caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror.
"This is literal torture," she muttered to herself, her voice thick with sleep. With another heavy sigh, Isabella swung her legs
Despite her foul mood, she couldn't help but smirk. Her messy hair actually looked kind of chic, and the oversized silk sleep shirt she was wearing showed off her long legs. She might be a cranky princess, but she was still a hot one. With another heavy sigh