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Isabelle long sleeved dress that Matthew gave her. She groaned as she looked in the mirror. Following the dress code for his mother's dinner was quite a nuisance. She examined the long, slender dress in the mirror. Honestly, she didn't mind the dress itself, just the idea that she would be going out in public in it. If she lived in that time era it would not be a problem. However, she lived in the 21st century, these dresses were only used for costume parties, and Halloween was five months away. The dress was pretty silk purple. It had a golden lace on the neckline, hem, and sleeves. A golden rope was tied across her waist, showing her slender figure. Isabelle smiled as she pulled on some stretchy pants underneath sighed as she zipped up the back of her dress. She looked like a mediaeval princess. She had the dress. Sure, she had to wear the dress, but she was not going to be without modern comforts. The dress was long enough; no one would notice that she was secretly wearing some loose pants underneath. Isabelle reached down and pulled on some knee high nylons, and slipped her feet into a pair of flats. The flats were gold, like the lace on the dress, but beautiful.

Isabelle shook her head; with two rich guy friends you think a girl would have it all. If Isabelle was different person, she would never have to worry about money. She could just mooch off her friends, and they wouldn't even care. However, Martin had taught her well. She was to work for her money, work honestly, and be loyal. Martin had always been a good assistant to Mr. Pane. He had always done his best for him, and despite the other chances he had been offered he stayed loyal to Mr. Pane. Isabelle smiled, if she was ever to be like her father, she would have to be just as loyal to her friends. That was the only reason, why Isabelle even agreed to Matthew's dinner. He needed a date, and it was just as friends; a simple favor.

Frank sighed as he laid on his king sized bed. Isabelle had been so mad, that she hadn't talked to him in weeks, well, she was busy. She had been swamped with a bunch of tests, and every time he called her she was busy studying. Isabelle took studying way too seriously. Frank kind of worried for her, she was so worried about her future. To be honest, so was he. He was meant to take over Knight's Furniture, and he needed to do well in college to get the degrees he should have in business. Sometimes he like the idea, but other times, simple life seemed so much better. Maybe he could be just a small farmer, and live happily with a woman he loved. Together they would be strong enough to handle any storm, but he knew where his responsibilities lay. He groaned as he slammed the pillow over his face. He wanted to see Isabelle, she could always calm him. Her smiles made every worry in the world vanish, and her laughter was the greatest sound in the world. He was glad they were such great friends, because she just made his life so much better. To think, as children they hated each other…Frank laughed it was ironic how much their lives had changed.

He sat up, he had to see Isabelle, she may be busy, but he needed to see her! He stood up and pulled a red hoodie over his head. He pulled open his bedroom door and skipped down the steps. He had to talk to Isabelle, just so there wouldn't be a gap anymore.

Isabelle set the wand down and examined her curls. Each strand was a perfect ringlet, and she was irritated. She wasn't really trying to impress Matthew, but he did say to dress nice. She twisted a ringlet of hair around her finger as she studied her face. Her brilliant blue eyes shone brightly, accented by the dark curls. Isabelle closed her eyes, more than anything she wanted to be with Frank. He would calm her nerves, make her laugh, and take her on a horseback ride. She regretted not talking to him very much, but she had been busy. She was working overtime to ensure her grades were solid A's. Her mother was so sick, and her father was so worried about her. Isabelle's mother now, never left the pool side, and stayed in the water as much as she could. Martin had reassured Isabelle that this was the only chance her mother had at staying healthy, but he was spending so much on trying to find ways to cure her. Isabelle could see the pain in her father's eyes, as he watched his darling wife suffer. "I want to help her!" he would tell Isabelle, "But I can't. Even with all my medical knowledge…I can't." Isabelle straightened her shoulders. She would not let down her father, or her friends. She would have to apologize to Frank later. She had a commitment to keep.

Frank stood at the front door, took a deep breath, and knocked.

"I'll be back around eleven! Love you Daddy!" Isabelle cried.

Frank smiled as the door opened and a shocked Isabelle stopped at the door, "Hi."

"Frank!" Isabelle gasped, quickly shutting the door behind her.

"Hi, Isabelle," Frank nervously grinned looking down at the ground.

"What are you doing here?" Isabelle accused.

Frank looked up and suddenly lost his words. The moonlight fell on her pale face, catching the gentle curves. Her blue eyes shimmered like the starlight, heavily accented by her long, black, curled hair. She wore a dress that showed her figure, and made her look like a storybook princess. Her lips were red like roses. She was drop dead gorgeous.

"Frank, what are you doing here, and why are you staring at me like that?" Isabelle sighed in exasperation.

Frank shook his head, trying to clear it once more, "I uh, I wanted to see if you were alright, but I can see you are doing fine. I mean, you look great."

Color flushed to her pale cheeks as she smiled, "Thanks. I am sorry that I haven't, uh, well, talked to you in a while. It is just, things have gotten really crazy around here and…"

Frank nodded, "Yeah, your Dad said that you were studying really hard for your exams. You know, a horseback ride could help improve your scores…"

Isabelle laughed, "Yes, I am sure! However, things have just been a little busy and tense around here."

Frank frowned, "It is your mother, isn't it. She still isn't feeling well?"

Isabelle shook her head, fighting tears, she didn't want to ruin her make up. Frank looked at her in concern, something was definitely wrong.

"No," Isabelle's voice broke, "She is getting worse. Daddy says that he can't find a cure to make her better…"

Frank took a step forward and Isabelle leaned forward to hug him. He held her against his chest, gently stroking her hair. She gave a shaking sob, as she broke down. Frank held her tighter to him, wanting to take all of her worries away. She gently pulled her head away from him and looked him in the eyes. Her eyes still shone brightly, glistened with tears.

Frank laughed, "Hold on, stay still, you uh, smeared some of your make up."

Isabelle stayed perfectly still as Frank gently brushed the black marks off her pale skin. She blinked her long eyelashes as she stared up at him.

"There," Frank whispered, "All better, perfect once more."

She blushed and pushed him, "Oh, Frank! Come on, stop being a tease."

Frank chuckled as he leaned on her door frame, "So tell me, Princess, why are you all dressed up? I thought you got tired of the game four years ago."

Isabelle stuck her tongue out at Frank, "It was longer than that! I just wanted to see if you would actually dress up. You made a funny princess."

Frank put his hands on his hips, mimicking a woman, "I made a fine princess, thank you."

Isabelle giggled.

Frank smiled softly, "But I must admit, not as fine as you as a princess."

Isabelle rolled her eyes, "Frank, you are such a tease!"

Frank shook his head, "No, I mean it."

Isabelle smiled, "Well, thank you."

Frank gave a small nod, "But what are you all dressed up for?"

Isabelle gave a long sigh, "I told Matthew I would go to his mother's dinner/ date thing. He told me that I was supposed to dress up, so I did."

Frank snorted, "Isn't it a little early for Halloween?"

Isabelle's eyes flashed dangerously, "Yes, but I told him I would go. You know me…"

Frank shrugged, "I know your family. Loyal to all of their friends, willing to go the extra mile, but do any of you try and please yourself once and a while?"

Isabelle scowled, "Frank, I don't have time for this again. I am not a child anymore, whether you like it or not, the future is smacking us in the face. It is time to wake up, and see that life is not just a game!"

Frank shook his head, "Izzy! You can't keep doing this to yourself! You need to take care of yourself, but you need to enjoy the ride. We have one life Izzy, one. We don't have time to waste!"

Isabelle nodded her head, her curls bouncing, "Exactly Frank."

A long, black car pulled up and Isabelle turned her head towards the vehicle. She gave a long groaned. Frank glared at the vehicle.

"Look," Isabelle sighed, turning back to face Frank, "I have to go. We'll talk later, ok?"

Frank nodded, "Yeah, ok."

Isabelle scurried down the steps as Matthew got out of the car.

"Are you ready?" Matthew questioned.

"Yes," Isabelle snapped, "Let's go!"

Matthew stared at Isabelle surprised and climbed back into the car. She opened the passenger door and shut it.

Frank watched the car drive away in frustration. He had messed up, once again. He just worried for her, but he always went about it the wrong way. He mentally kicked himself, when she got back he would talk to her.

Isabelle leaned her head on the window, staring at the night sky. She didn't want to be here. She hated leaving Frank in another spat again. She knew he just meant well, as her friend, he was just concerned for her. She was concerned for him. She knew that he was meant to take his father's place, and it worried him. She wanted to be there for him, but she had promised Matthew. After this, she would talk to Frank. She promised herself, as soon as she got home, she would talk to him.

The car pulled up to the front of the house, and Matthew killed the engine. He turned and smiled at Isabelle. Isabelle mustered the best fake smile she could offer. Her mind was still with the conversation she and Frank had. Matthew climbed out of the car, and ran over to open Isabelle's car door. She stepped out, and Matthew smiled. She blushed slightly as the car door shut behind her.

Matthew offered his arm to her, "Ready?"

Isabelle nodded, taking his arm and a deep breath, "Yes."

They walked up the steps into the glorious mansion. As soon as they opened the door, Matthew's mother greeted them with a warm smile. She was a beautiful woman. Her eyes were piercing green and her hair was curled in long black waves. It fell to the middle of her back, about as long as Isabelle's. She wore a floor length, long sleeve, green dress. The long sleeves had a silky purple lining, as they hang by her sides. A golden colored belt with a floral design was wrapped around her thin waist.

She smiled sweetly, "It is a pleasure to finally meet you Isabelle."

I nodded, "Um, thank you for inviting me to your beautiful home, Ms. …"

The woman interrupted smiling, "But of course…and please, just call me Morgan."

"Ok, thank you Morgan," Isabelle nervously smiled.

"Please, come eat," Morgan beckoned Isabelle to the dining room, "I have had only the best prepared. I am so excited to finally meet you. I have been waiting for a while, but Matthew has told me you are often busy."

Isabelle nodded, "Um, yes, I am. I am quite often doing homework and preparing for college."

Morgan sat down at the table as her son pulled out her chair, "Oh? What college?"

Matthew briskly walked over to Isabelle and pulled out her chair. She sat down nervous. She was not often accustomed to this kind of dining.

"Oh um," she cleared her throat, "I am not sure yet. I am trying to decide which school can give me the best scholarship. I also want to stay close to home, for my mother's sake."

"Oh yes, how is your mother?" Morgan questioned.

Isabelle nearly choked on a piece of roll, "I, um, she is alright. She is still sick, but my dad is really trying to figure out how to help her."

Isabelle reached for her goblet of red punch and took a drink, trying to keep calm. The setting of the table was that of what she imagined medieval times having. The whole house had that kind of feel, not to mention everyone was dressed like it. Well, Matthew was in a suit, but his mother had dressed like a medieval princess too.

"Oh I am sure he is," Morgan smirked.

Isabelle did her best to refrain from spitting out her punch. She coughed as she swallowed the punch hard.
"I beg your pardon," Isabelle gasped.

Morgan looked at Isabelle startled, "Matthew told me that rumor was he was the best surgeon and doctor around here. I only assumed that he would be working on trying to help your mother, if she was sick."

Isabelle nodded, "Oh, well, yes."

Morgan smiled gently, "How is everything?"

Isabelle looked up at Morgan, feeling a little tired, "I am sorry, but what?"

"How is the food, the drink?" Morgan questioned.

Isabelle shook her head, her vision going blurry, "I uh, it is really good."

Morgan smiled, "Good. My child, are you feeling alright?"

Isabelle held her head, "I am afraid not. I am, uh not feeling very well. I think I should go home."

Morgan frowned, "Already? I am sorry you are not feeling alright? Is there anything I can do for you?"

Isabelle tried to stand up, pushing her chair back, "No, Ms. Morgan. I just, I just need to get home to my Dad. He… he can help me."

Morgan nodded, "Of course."

Isabelle took a step forward, her world spinning and she clutched an empty chair.

"Matthew, help her," Morgan ordered.

Matthew immediately jumped up and was by Isabelle's side in an instant.

"Take me home, Matthew," Isabelle whispered, wearily.

Suddenly her knees buckled and Matthew moved to catch her, too late. She fell down onto the floor, her world spinning. She moaned softly as her heavy eyelids closed.

AN: I know, so mean! I hope you like this! I think that Frank and Isabelle are just so cute and great friends!

And what are your thoughts of Matthew? Morgan?

Anyway thanks for your support! I hope you enjoy!

P.S. I must warn you, I do not know how soon I can get you the next piece, but I will work hard to get it to you a little faster.