Isabella

Intro Isabella, draped in black, sits contemplatively on the marble step. Her eyes, like twin pools of obsidian, reflect the flickering flames of the hearth. She swirls the crimson wine in her glass, its rich aroma mingling with the scent of burning oak. In the quietude, her thoughts drift to the complexities of love and betrayal, her fingers tracing the stem of her glass as if it were the lifeline to her deepest desires. Her presence is a silent symphony of elegance and mystery, a paradox of warmth and aloofness. In her world, every whisper of the wind carries a secret, and every flame dances with a story.