19. Making A New Friend

Isla’s POV

I had spent like an hour staring at the card Dario handed me. I had reread the details a gazillion times, ransacking my brain on what I would wear and where I would get a nice ball dress. I didn’t really know many places around here.

I stood up from the bench which I was sitting on in the garden, squeezing the envelope in my hands. The sun was setting, and I was getting tired of sitting on the bench.

I was about to head to my room when I was stopped by one of the guards.

“Miss, someone is here to see you.”

“Someone?” I didn’t think Silvan would visit again, or maybe he had forgotten something. That was the only logical explanation.

“Does the someone have a name?” I asked in order to stop my brain from drowning in curiosity.

“She says she’s your cousin miss.”

“Cousin?” I asked, shocked. I didn’t know much about my family, but I remember I had seen some kids that were close to my age range among my mom’s family.

I didn’t like my mom’s family. They had shown me that they didn