“The gardens are beautiful.” She entered Helen’s bedroom where the footmen were leaving the luggage. “You have a spectacular view from here.”
Helen removed her hat, pacing around. “Worthy of a princess.”
“I’m glad you think that.” Anthony entered the room, and Isabella’s heart gave a silly thump. He kissed her cheek. “Isabella is my queen.” He stared at her in awe before facing Helen. “Welcome.”
Helen bowed her head. “Anthony.”
“I hope you love Sirocco House as much as we do.” He lifted Isabella by the waist and made her twirl, tearing a laugh out of her.
“What are you doing?” She chuckled when he put her down.
Helen averted her gaze and focused on the four-poster bed.
Isabella caught a glimpse of a scowl but could have been mistaken. Perhaps Helen was simply tired.
Anthony laced his fingers through hers. “We’ll let you rest. We’ll see you later at dinner.”
“Later, Helen.” When she left the bedroom, she could have sworn Helen had a forlorn expression on her face.
