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There was about her a wildness that flashed in her eyes. She was spoiled and beautiful and easily bored. She was either fiercely excited or cool and detached.
Vivien Leigh: An Intimate Portrait ♡ Kendra Bean
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( THE FATE OF STAR-CROSSED LOVERS )
Isabelle Gilmore could have been someone very different.
Her name, at first, brings up the thought of old money — of snotty people who live in big houses that never see the same maid for more than three days, of girls in private school uniforms with lots of plaid, of country clubs with memberships that cost more than some people's rents, and old men playing golf. This is always the first impression, and it's not a wrong one, because all of those things are — or have been — in her life.
She kind of wishes they never were.
From the day she was born, Isabelle had her future laid out in front of her. She is Richard and Emily's youngest daughter — the do-over daughter. She was supposed to be different from Lorelai. She was supposed to go to Yale, marry some guy who works in finances or insurance (whatever the difference between these two is), she was supposed to be serious about her life. Her passion for figure skating might have been cute when she was a kid, but her parents couldn't believe that Isabelle had let it guide the most important decision of her life: her education and future career. Like, for god's sake, even Lorelai has a real job.
