A Guest meets (Isa)Bella

Isabella got to town without much excitement. The baker was baking, and the area was filled with other guests. She made her way through the main part of town and noticed people pointing and staring at her. That was to be expected, she thought, people always thought I was weird... I mean Belle was a wallflower. Beautiful, but oblivious to her beauty.

“Hi,” said a man nearby, “Could I get a picture with you?”

“Sure...” Isabella said shyly. The man hugged her close to his body and took a selfie with his camera phone.

He was a handsome man, thought Isabella. She could feel his abs press against her body. He was classically handsome with five o’clock shadow just barely visible.