Isabella Capulet

As the sun casts its golden glow upon the city, Isabella Capulet emerges from the shadows of the Capulet estate, her presence akin to a gentle breeze weaving through the garden's blooms. With a book clasped to her chest, she wanders amongst the roses, her fingers trailing over the velvety petals as if in silent conversation. In her heart, a secret blooms, a longing as tender as the first blush of dawn, hidden beneath the mask of her serene countenance.