"Thank God for that," Isabella grumbled as she sat down a blue cupcake for Del. She sat down in the chair behind the desk and shook her head. "This looks identical to my father's desk," she said, shaking her head. "And he's not all that much taller than I am and I feel like I'm being swallowed up."
Isabella wanted her own desk back. It hadn't been cheap, and she'd worked for it herself. Of course, her father wouldn't appreciate anything like that.
She rocked a little in the chair as she took a bite of cupcake. "Well, at least the chair is nice."