As afternoon turned into evening, I decided to wear a pair of white capri pants with a purple tank and a black mesh sweater overtop. My dark blonde ha...r was braided into a fashionable ponytail on the side of my head as I wore a ladies style fedora hat. Adding to my ensemble was matching hoop earrings and my open-toed high heels that had the single strap come around the back of my feet, I was set. I was riding with Skylar and Maggie. We arrived at my friend Paul's house and there were more. I leant myself against the doorframe and admired her as she went about her morning routine. Time to make my presence felt."Good morning, Gorgeous. How are you today?"She looked up in surprise and for a second I could see an expression of yearning, swiftly masked by a smile of genuine pleasure. Her eyes twinkled warmly as she took in my Dilbert-style disarray. I placed the Latte on her desk in front of her."I'm just fine. Thanks for the latte. How are you this lovely Friday morning?"I thought. She was obviously not a native Egyptian. He signalled twoprivates to guard the room. His search continued. At the end of the hall, he foundthe last bedroom. He signalled the other privates to assist him. Colonel Fahimwatched from the end of the hall. His lieutenant and his privates entered theroom. Shouting was heard and quickly it ended. ColonelFahim, wearing traditional army clothing entered the room. His body wasn?t as slimas it once was. His hair had started to turn grey. His cigarette. “Hello. I’m Isabella Atwell. I’m 21, and I’m studying Philosophy.”Nice to meet you, Isabella. I must say it was a pleasure to get your application. We don’t get many Americans on the show, much less three at once.“The pleasure’s all mine.” Isabella says with a smile.I understand you have some connection to the Isles?Isabella speaks in voiceover while the camera does closeups of her face. “Oh, yes, my father is British. He met my mom in Japan. We moved here shortly after I was born.”They say.