Isabelle stared at what was in front of her – the never-ending hall in the Midford mansion. Something she doesn't normally do unless something is bugging her. A silhouette was coming close from the hallway.

"What's the matter, my lady?" Sebastian asked, holding a platter of sweet snacks. He's Ciel's butler, Ciel being her little sister's fiancé. Isabelle never seen her little sister, Elizabeth, get flustered over a guy. It was cute yet envious as her love life proceeds smoother compared to her own.

"No, it's nothing." Isabelle replied snapping out of her daze. "Sebastian, why are you doing your butler duties at my mansion, my family has butlers. You're the guest here!"

Sebastian chuckled lightly. "It is my responsibility to serve your family as well since your sister will be marrying my master."

"Tch." Isabelle glared at him and shuffled to the side of the hallway. "Carry on with whatever you were told to do then." Isabelle crossed her arms.

He smiled and walked past her, whispering in her ear before he passed her completely. "Act more elegant my lady, you don't want to put all your natural beauty to waste now would you?"

"What!?" Isabelle replied looking back. Sebastian was gone. Isabelle sighed. Isabelle knew that her attitude and personality were a bit off the feminine side, which is why she had declined majority of the guys shown to her for her marriage. Being the eldest in the Midford family with a sister who already has a fiancé, and a brother who has a slightly obsessive love for her little sister, she knew she wasn't being much of a good example.

Isabelle walked to the living room. Isabelle had a few hours to spare before meeting her next "fiancé" her parents set up for her.

"Hey Edward!" Isabelle called out to her brother, the second oldest in the family. "Let me join." He was playing billiards by himself, probably practising.

"That's so unfeminine Sis." He groaned. "If mom or dad find out they'll kill me for letting you play." He held the pool stick like a cane and had his other arm on his waist.

Isabelle was silent. "So? I'm not the one getting killed."

He looked soulless. "Sis... You're so mean."

"Nah. I'm just honest." Isabelle bluffed. Isabelle knew she was nowhere near honest. Isabelle took a pool stick and walked to the table Edward was playing at.

"Heeeey." she complained. Edward continued playing, as if she never asked him to play with him. "Heeeey." Isabelle repeated. There were times in her life, everyday to be precise, where she had to speak formally and feminine. It wasn't fun at all.

"Ahem. Ah~! My dearest brother Edward, may I join you in your game of billiards?" Isabelle asked. Isabelle wanted to barf. Edward looked at her, laughing. He played along.

"Yes you may. Shall we set up? My dearest sister." He grinned. Isabelle wanted to punch him for being such a douche. Instead, she smiled back and
helped set up the billiards table. Now that she was able to play, she reverted back to her original self.

"Watch Edward. I will beat you once again. As always." Isabelle boasted about her billiards skills. Isabelle held her pool stick up high, like a hero holding their sword up high in the name of justice.

"A girl shouldn't be a billiards genius. I promise you I will beat you." Edward glared at her. The challenge was on.

"Ladies first." Edward said.

"You sure you want me first?" Isabelle replied. "I'm not going easy on you. I'm in a pretty awful mood."

"Oh don't worry sis. You first." He replied. Isabelle accepted his challenge and made the first move. A ball went in.

"I'm solids then. You're stripes, got it?" He nodded. Isabelle continued. Another ball went in, two in fact, both solids. Isabelle looked back at Edward and smirked at him. He forced himself to smile at her mockery. He knew she was just provoking him.

"I hope you miss." He said, before she hit the white ball towards the solid she was aiming for.

"We'll see." Isabelle smiled at the ball you were after. Isabelle hit the white ball. The solid ball she aimed for got in. Another turn for her, Edward might not even get a turn from the looks of it. Isabelle laughed in her head. Isabelle knew she can be evil at times. Isabelle kept playing until the solids were off the table. Isabelle sighed.

"You go." Isabelle said, holding her stick. Edward glared at her.

"Fine."

"What? I'm just being nice."

"I know."

Edward did his turn; he kept playing until he missed the ball he was aiming for. "Shit."

Isabelle smiled and finished the game by hitting the 8-ball in.

"Good game Edward." Isabelle held her hand out. He looked at her suspiciously before taking her hand and she pulled him into a hug. Isabelle hated how ridiculously tall her brother was. Isabelle couldn't pick on him like when they were kids.

"It's okay Edward no need to cry. You always were the cry baby in the family. Not as bad as Lizzy though." Isabelle laughed, feeling comfortable and at ease in her brother's hug.

"... I'm not even crying Sis, what exactly are you doing."

"Shh...shh, no need to hide the tears." Edward was quiet; he was trying to figure out what her older sister was trying to plot on him. He looked down at her. He jumped when she randomly cursed out loud.

"Wh-what!?"

"What time is it Edward!?" Isabelle let go of him, looking at him with worried eyes.

"Uh. It's 4:27." He said looking at the clock behind you. He looked at her with bewildered eyes.

"ALREADY!?"

Isabelle's meeting with her fiancé was at 5:00 pm. Isabelle ran out of the living room, headed to her room to get ready, leaving Edward puzzled and she just had to run into something. Well, somebody.

"What's the rush, my lady?" Sebastian looked down at her, holding an empty platter, most likely from earlier.

"I have to get ready for my meeting with my fiancé!" Isabelle replied with heavy grasping for air in between. Isabelle held Sebastian's suit to keep herself balanced on her feet.

"Are you going to disapprove of him?" He asked. He knew about her love life history. Reject them or get rejected. That's pretty much a small summary about it.

"Most likely." Isabelle replied, her breath coming back to its normal state.

"Are your parents going to bring you?" Sebastian asked. Isabelle wondered what was with all the questions. Not that it matter.

"No," she sighed. "They're going to be out while I'm meeting him."

"Probably to find another guy for you." He mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing."

He lifted her with one arm. Isabelle looked up at him, surprised, while he lifted her up and was sitting on his arm. Isabelle wrapped her arms around his neck so she wouldn't fall.

"Um. Sebastian." Isabelle said, trying to figure out what was going on.

"I'll help you get ready; I'm guessing that you're meeting at 5?" Isabelle nodded. "Okay."

He brought her to her room and placed the platter he was holding on a nearby dresser and then placed her down gently. He locked the door.

"Sebastian... You don't really have to do this, like I said earlier, I have my own butlers." Isabelle pouted. He lifted her chin up with his finger and gave a smile.

"Do you only show this face to me, my lady?"

"Huh? What's with all the questions Sebastian?"

"Do you think your butlers can get you ready as fast as I can? After all, you know I'm one hell of a butler." Isabelle didn't have anything to say, because she knew saying no wouldn't budge him.

"Fine. Dress me up. Make me look presentable and the most beautiful woman you've ever seen." Isabelle raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms, inviting him into a challenge.

"As you wish my lady." He went down on one knee and looked up to her smiling. Isabelle looked at the time. 4:40. She had 20 minutes to go to the meeting. Good thing she had taken a shower earlier and had walked around the house with her gown.

Isabelle stood where she was, watching Sebastian rummage through her closet and drawers, leaving no mess behind. He got a dress that looked appealing to his senses, gloves Isabelle had never seen in her life, her favourite pair of heels, a cute corset she'd never worn, and thigh high stockings to cover her legs. He placed the items on the bed, except the shoes of course. He slowly made his way to Isabelle.

"May I?" He said lightly tugging the sleeve of the gown she was wearing.