deadly with a crown.

isabelle reine stephanie casiraghi; twenty-seven years old, monegasque royalty, and socialite

[isabellecasiraghi]

marcus harding ––- thebritishbloke:

Marcus was having a slow day so his boss told him he could go have a long lunch break and she’d call if she needed him back sooner. Jumping at the chance as any normal person would Marcus made to the park. It was just down the road so it didn’t take him long to get there, walking through the gates he starts heading for his part favourite part of the park, but something soon got his attention. Are you Okay?” He replied speaking with a strong Briitish accent.

Isabelle kept on crumpling the paper and then picking on them so that they would turn into torn pieces when she heard the person speak up behind her, to which she instantly stopped and looked up, a little bit embarrassed. “Yes, I’m fine,” Isabelle put on a smile, hoping it would disguise what she was doing earlier.

[isabellecasiraghi]

torbjorn sigurdsen ––- princextor:

Tor felt his mood lift when he recognized the woman in front of him. “Isabelle?” he said with a smile. “You look lovely.” It was true. While she’d always be a friend of the family to him, there was no denying she had turned out beautiful. And it was only fair that he compliment her on it. “I figured it might be easier to deal with what is happening between Sibyl and I if we are at least on the same continent” he said. Even saying the name of his ex-fiancee still hurt. Never mind that she’d dumped him. It was the attempting to kidnap his son and run off with him to another country that hurt the most. “So, you know, not exactly the most fun reason to be in New York, but I figure I should at least enjoy myself a bit while I’m here.” He was trying to, anyway. “What about you? What brings you to the city?”

Isabelle had always considered Tor as one of her close friends, although he was first and foremost her brother’s close friend. “Thank you; I’m off to the consulate, so of course I’d have to look my best,” she chuckled, accepting the compliment humbly. At the mention of Sibyl, the girl understood; of course she had heard of the woman ––- not only have Isabelle met her, but it was all her family could talk about for about a week since the news reached the palace of Monte Carlo. “I didn’t know Sibyl was here in New York,” Isabelle commented, but more to herself, really. “How are things between the two of you, if you don’t mind me asking?” The girl could relate well to him; she was not in New York to have fun just like the other times she would visit the city, but if she wants to stop letting things stress her out, she should figure out how to still enjoy herself while she’s there. She inhaled and smiled a little, “Diplomatic missions,” she shrugged, not exactly lying but it was not the entire truth either.

[isabellecasiraghi]

It was there, on the front page of the tabloid. Princess of Monaco spotted in New York buying a Mexican food truck taco. A picture of her queueing up and laughing with a friend in front of the food truck was printed clear as day in the front page. “Honestly!” She muttered to herself in frustration on how the media always try to make something insignificant a big gossip. No doubt, they do not know what to write about the Monegasque princess, since no one knew why she decided to buy a penthouse and stay in New York, but it was frustrating her the way they continue to spin things into something untrue. She ripped out the front page and crumpled the paper in her hand before proceeding to the article about her and ripped that page out too, the paper having the same fate as the cover she had just crumpled.

[isabellecasiraghi]

georgia smith ––- knowingmisssmith:

Georgia needed some new classes as she’d broken her last pair when sat on them, and the lenses were all scratched up anyway so it was about time she got them replaced. Picking up a red pair from the rack she tired them on. “ How do these look on me?”  She asked turning to the other. 

Isabelle needed a pair of sunglasses or two. She could not believe how she had managed to forget her own back at Monte Carlo, but she tried to look at the positive side: it’s just another excuse for her to purchase new ones. She did not remember the last time she shopped for a new pair of sunglasses because she always wore the same few. Inspecting the shelves one by one before turning to a person who talked to her. “It depends. What is the occasion?”

[isabellecasiraghi]

charles reinaldi ––- reinaldipatriarch:

“we must remember to look at the beauty of life,” he said, probably sounding like an old fool as he looked down at the flowers in central park. “beauty — art, they make life worthwhile.” in his line of work, charles had seen many ugly things. and he never judged, because he didn’t need to. he couldn’t care less about his clients’ innocence, he just needed to win cases. so no, he didn’t judge, but he did see. and art and beauty were the perfect antidotes for the things he saw at the firm. sitting down on a nearby bench, he didn’t take off his eyes of the flower patch until he spoke again. “art is what breathes life into our existence.”

Isabelle was sketching; yes, sketching. A past time that she has not yet done in quite a while with everything that has been going on in her life. She was sketching the sunflower that was blooming just a few feet away from her, and it was her favourite to add the smallest details to a simple drawing ––- making it seem complicated. The princess looked up at the man who broke the little bubble she was in. “That is incredibly inspirational,” the brunette said. “I couldn’t agree more; I think sometimes we are too busy, especially in a bustling city like this to stop and truly appreciate the little things,” she shrugged. “I take it you’re a lover of fine arts, then?”

[isabellecasiraghi]

torbjorn sigurdsen ––- princextor:

Tor had gotten up early that morning and slipped out of the hotel almost unseen. Almost, being the key word. As per usual, he had his bodyguard with him. But, as Tor had made a point of mentioning he was going for a jog, the guard had chosen to wear shorts and a t-shirt instead of his usual suit. This helped them blend in as they moved about the city. As he ran, Tor was surprised at how many people were already up. Or hadn’t been to bed yet, possibly. Apparently New York really was the city that never slept. Stopping inside of a coffee shop, he sighed when he saw the length of the line. “Does everybody in the city come here for coffee?” he asked the person in line in front of him. “Or are the baristas just exceptionally slow here?” He would have gotten out of line and gone back to the hotel, but he figured his guard could use the break to catch his breath. And frankly, he could too.

Isabelle had a morning meeting at the consulate of Monaco, and having been ready way earlier, she decided to have breakfast somewhere else rather than cook her usual butter croissant. Stopping by the nearest coffee shop to the consulate, she queued up the line like anyone else and asked her bodyguard to find her a seat before it is taken by someone else. The girl was scrolling through her phone when the man queueing behind her spoke up. She looked up to find a familiar face standing there ––- they haven’t seen each other in quite some time, but they were familiar with each other nonetheless. “Tor?” She called out. “I certainly did not expect to see you here,” Isabelle said with a bright smile. “Honestly, I would not know, this is my first time here, but I’m assuming maybe it is both,” she chuckled. “So, what are you doing in New York?” She asked, changing the topic.

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— * | GOSSIP REPORTER STEPH › EDIT PT. 2

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[isabellecasiraghi]

randy greenwood ––- thatnotsolawyer:

Randy had a close connection with his grandmother the women and brought him up after his parents died,  they were so close that when he decided that he wanted to move to New York, he told himself he’d only go if he could find her a place nearby. So after some time searching he found the perfect little retirement home, it had everything she’d need and she fell in love with it right away, which made him feel better about getting his own place. “That’s a good idea I should talk to them about that.” He replied as he looked at her smiling. “Malibu, have you ever been there?”

“You definitely should. I think they are quite gracious with the invitations to the people they know well,” she said. “How well do you know the Reinaldis?” The blonde asked. It was not wrong to form new connections with people, and Isabelle is utilizing this opportunity to get to know as many people as she could. “Only once, I think, but it was just during the summer for a short getaway with my friends before we carried on to the Bahamas,” Isabelle recalled. 

[isabellecasiraghi]

renee wise ––- reneewise:

“is being from monaco a job now? or are you all just so rich over there, no one really works?” she wondered, not understanding how ‘i am from monaco’ was a response to her question. “also, fancy name. mine, wise, is just bland.” she said with a small nod and a glance at melinda, seeing her take another sip of her drink. she was worried about her and couldn’t hide it. she looked back at the woman and was waiting for a decent answer. “do you do something embarrassing or like… that carries a stigma cause like, i don’t judge.” she explained, honestly.

Isabelle laughed a little and shook her head. “No, no. I wish I have a unique occupation, because then I’ll have more interesting story to tell. I’m a member of the royal family in Monaco,” she finally said it. “So in a way, yes, I don’t think I have an official occupation aside from the occasional collaboration with some businesses like brands or organizations,” Isabelle explained. “Actually, Wise is quite a unique last name ––- at least where I’m from. Casiraghi is just another Italian last name, I’m afraid,” she chuckled. 

[isabellecasiraghi]

randy greenwood ––- thatnotsolawyer:

This was the kind of place his parents would have loved if they’d still been around, he was just hoping to bring his Grandmother here sometime. “ I might bring my grandmother here sometime she’ll love this.” He replied as he looked at her smiling.  “Well I have been here the past years but I am actually from California “

“Of course! Maybe you should see if Adriana or Celeste can issue another invitation for next year’s brunch for your grandmother,” Isabelle said. Isabelle had never met her maternal grandmother, and she did not even spend too much time with her grandfather, and since her paternal grandparents lived all the way in Italy, she did not see them as often as Isabelle would have wanted. “Oh, you are? Which part of California, exactly?”

[isabellecasiraghi]

silas dalton ––- thegoodpilot:

“that is a philosophy to live by,” he said with a warm smile as he raised his glass and then took another chug. then, taking another good look at the woman, he frowned when he realized he didn’t recognize her, which was odd because he knew most of the people running in his circles by their first name. “sorry, do i know you? i don’t think i’ve seen you around before. i’m silas. what’s your name?” he asked, never really bothering with his last name. he was captain dalton at work. back home, he’d always preferred just being silas.

Isabelle giggled a little bit as he downed more of his drink. “I’m Isabelle Casiraghi. It’s wonderful to meet you, Silas,” she said. Isabelle felt a little bit odd every time she had to explain she just moved to New York recently to people who could instantly notice that she was new in town. She tried dressing a little bit more like them ––- less Chanel and Alexander Wang blazers and their matching knee-length skirts ––- but maybe that is not enough to stop them from treating her like the new girl. “Well, that is because it is my first time in such a private and intimate gathering here in New York. I’’m from Monte Carlo, and usually the parties or events I attend here in New York are highly publicized ones ––- if it is not part of any diplomatic missions, that is.”

[isabellecasiraghi]

abraxas vanderford ––- braxvanderford:

“home? and where would that be?” he asked, more to make polite conversation than actual interest. he didn’t really care that much about people’s past, only really cared about their future - and if that future included abraxas or the vanderford company in any way. but he’d learned a long time ago that innocent chatter was part of networking, and that the faster you’d get good at it, the faster you’d get anywhere in life.

“but yes, adriana and i are rarely apart,” he lied easily, faking a longing look towards his fiancee before looking back at the woman in front of him. “i’m sorry, i didn’t quite catch your name,” he continued, a questioning look on his face. always ask for their name, son, his father had told him countless times, his father always someone who had a knack for social gatherings like these. even if he wouldn’t always admit it, his old man had taught abraxas nearly everything he knew. except, abraxas would be better. 

“Home would be Monte Carlo,” Isabelle said. To be quite honest, it was not the location that would make it different. She was sure any less formal brunches in Monaco would have the same style, but it was just because of what her family would usually host is something a bit more...strict ––- not the exact word to describe it, but it’s pretty close.

“That’s wonderful. Am I keeping you from her?” Isabelle tried to tease with a small laugh. “Oh, right, I apologize for that,” she said, completely forgotten that she had not introduced herself. “My name is Isabelle Casiraghi, but please just call me Isabelle.”

[isabellecasiraghi]

renee wise ––- reneewise:

renee snorted at the woman’s comment. “uhm, yeah, she’s a news anchor. not exactly rihanna but at least some people know her.” she explained. it was hard, to pretend like everything was alright when it wasn’t. she called her girlfriend but that was only because she hadn’t been told it was over yet. if she didn’t convince melinda that she was worth another shot soon, it would end and she knew that. “and like… who are you exactly? what do you do?” she wondered.

“Ah, I see,” Isabelle nodded. Of course the brunette would not know much about the woman they were talking about because she does not really tune in to American news channels. Isabelle did not really know what to answer to her question; should she say she was a member of the royal family? Or maybe she should just say she’s a socialite? But socialite was not like an occupation that someone would say out loud, more like the society would label them a socialite ––- and essentially that’s what she was. “I’m Isabelle Casiraghi,” she tried to introduce herself with her last name this time, hoping the other girl would understand. “I’m from Monaco...” Isabelle tried to add.

[isabellecasiraghi]

ANONYMOUS TEXTER: your father's death was a plotted murder. admit it.

ISABELLE: I think you’ve been reading too much conspiracy theories; are you going to say my father committed suicide as well?

[isabellecasiraghi]

ANONYMOUS TEXTER: you know exactly what i mean. if you know who killed your father, you're no different from the killer themselves.

ISABELLE: Everybody knows what killed him. I told you earlier, and it was covered in the media, so does that make everyone a killer?

[isabellecasiraghi]

ANONYMOUS TEXTER: we all know that's not the truth, isabelle. did you kill your father?

ISABELLE: How could I kill my father if he passed before I was even born? I think you need to do your research before you accuse me of things.