Isolde donned an ivory mini kimono. She belted it with a gold chain and swept her hair into a casade of curls on the top of her head.<br/><br/>Thinking back over the day, Isolde hummed and finished her make up with a dab of rose lip gloss. Running her tongue over the cherry flavored gloss, Isolde grimaced in the mirror to check her teeth. All perfectly straight and pearly white.<br/><br/>A thrum of a powerful engine drew her to the window. Isolde scooped up her emerald satin clutch and slipped her feet into delicate gold high heeled sandals. She descended the stairs and waited for the door bell to ring. One thing her old granny had told her was to never fling yourself at a man.<br/>"If he can't escort you from the house, he is not the man for you. If he honks and thinks you are just a car hop, then he will treat you badly the rest of the time too."<br/><br/>The door bell did ring and Isolde went to the back door of the shop. Her breath caught in her throat. Malachai stood there in a black cashmere tee shirt under a black suit jacket. His hair was perfectly combed. His eyes were fathomless.<br/><br/>Feeling a little foolish, she breathed, 'Hi."