Chapter 168 Isabella

• Isabella Valeri King sighed in contentment and smiled at her long-trusted confidante. “What a splendid night, Rosita!”
• They were comfortably seated in armchairs in a corner at the back of the function room. The band’s music was not so loud here and it was possible to converse without shouting. On the table in front of them was a selection of sweets—little fruit tarts, cheesecake, apple slices, florentines—which Rosita was sampling one by one, checking out the quality of the catering.
• “Everything is good,” came the ready agreement. Rosita’s dark eyes twinkled. “But I’m thinking you’re especially pleased by the absence of people rather than the presence of people.”