“Mrs. Silver-Fox, we have arrived.” A soft voice woke her. She must have fallen asleep. The last she remembered was resting her head when they took off. Careful not to wipe her eyes and smash her make-up, she yawned and giggled when the girl walked in looking wide-eyed. The girl smiled when Isobel giggled.
“Sorry. I’m still getting used to all this Mrs. Rich stuff.” Isobel laughed.
“No problem, Mrs. Silver-fox. I’m also new.” She smiled.
“Please call me Isobel. All that formality makes me feel uncomfortable. Besides Mrs. Silver-fox is still in the castle.” Isobel winked at the girl, making her smile again. Climbing down the plane stairs there was a definite difference to what she experienced when boarding at home. The airport to her left was busier than its private hanger. Trevor had lo
