Isabella found a few interesting sites. She had read up onthe Greek royal family, but, with her connections, she had gotten a few links to look up the family history. It seemed to be a tangent that she was looking up even the ancient history of Greece. But the word Rhea kept playing over and over in her mind, and she knew it must be familiar. But there was going to be no time for that. She exited the tab and moved on.
It wasn't until she had reached for her bag to get a small notebook to replace the planner she had yet to find that she felt someone's eyes on her. It gave her a shiver down her spine. But, strangely enough, it wasn't necessarily a bad chill. It made her smirk without thinking it. She glanced around at the few locals, but knew where those eyes were coming from. She decided not to pursue it. It was a man's, -that- she was sure of, but she had no time for them, nor did she want to waste her research time on such frivolous thoughts as those that began to cross her mind -- as if she was no longer in control of her thought processes.