Moving was easy, Trevor had told me that I wouldn't need any of mythings in Miami and that I would be able to go shopping for new clotheswhen we got t...ere. So off we went in his car for the 6 hour drive toMiami. Oh by the way, he had the cutest little convertible BMW in blackwith beige interior. And off we went. For some reason I slept most of the way down to Miami, with happy dreamsof course, as Trevor spoke to me. And we arrived just around 6pm. Trevorshowed me around the 2 story 6 bedroom. She’d not even said goodbye! He’d not even said goodbye! The tears trickled down her cheeks She didn’t know what had happened between her and Daniel, but despite his care of her, and even his teasing, there was some sort of barrier between them that she didn’t understand. And now he was leaving, going away without even talking to her about it. She stood up and giving a huge sniff she squared her shoulders and prepared herself for her Monday morning visits. ** She plodded despondently through. She was better than average looking but no one had ever heard of a boyfriend or even a girlfriend and looked as if this woman had no vices at all. I armed up my best presentations and checked into a hotel in her city two days prior to the meeting. The aim, being to nose around and find some viable options and learn more about this formidable woman as the luck would have it I ran into a high class lady who I met in the hotel and over a few drinks she loosened enough to mention that she knew a. ‘Where do you want to be, my dear? Shall you continue to be the ravishing Isabella De Carlo, personal assistant to Damien Blackwell, or would you rather return to being Lisa Carlton, and go back to the gas station rest room and the men who are waiting to be served?’ Isabella slowly raised herself to a sitting position on the floor. ‘What do you want me to do?’ Isabella asked, but she was already making plans of her own. Isabella had changed. She’d changed when Blackwell recounted her past, and.