She counted the raindrops as they splashed against the glass of the window, sliding down one after another until they met and merged together. A faint smile lingered on her soft pink lips as she distracted herself with the simple act of counting the drops of rain, rather than listening directly to the conversation happening outside the room. She was so happy that she could hardly contain the joy swelling inside her.
"...Yes, of course, the marriage should be set as soon as possible, my lady. Our Isabelle, I am sure, will be pleased to hear that the man she fancies has asked for her hand." Came the muffled words of her mother, words that slipped through the gap Isabelle had purposely left open in the door so she could overhear what was being discussed between her parents and the parents of the man she secretly loved. The more she heard, the happier she became, her heart fluttering like a bird eager to take flight.
