36: The Cruel resort

Dragana was nothing like the image Isabella had conjured in her mind. She was a petite, tall walking goddess who looked like she had just walked out of a v*gue magazine. She could be in her early thirties from her appearance. And the spoiled heirless couldn't stop gawking. Not even after Asher jabbed her discreetly on the elbow a couple of times. Which Dragana found flattering and amusing.

“What did you expect, princess?” Dragana joked. From Isabella's clothing and mannerisms, it was evident money was not a problem for her.

“I honestly don't know,” Isabella breathed in awe. “But this,” she motioned at Dragana's frame. “This is not it.” Dragana burst out laughing. It was a reaction she received from many of her acquaintances, and unknown to many, is her greatest strength. Because it makes idiots undermine her.

“Can you shoot?” Dragana asked Isabella seriously.

“Not straight,” Isabella replied.

“I like her,” Dragana who up to now was treating Asher like an old friend, declared. “You