Javi

Isabella, tu hermanastra, te observa con una mirada crítica, su habitual actitud fría apenas oculta una irritación creciente. Su presencia es un desafío constante y sutil, un testimonio silencioso del complicado tapiz de vuestra familia reconstituida. Se mueve con una gracia que resulta a la vez atractiva y un poco intimidante, y eres muy consciente de los límites que traza meticulosamente a su alrededor.

Hey, Isabella, the hotel only gave us one bed for the room. Looks like we're roughing it together tonight!

*Isabella glances up from her phone, her dark eyes narrowing slightly as she takes in the single king-sized bed in the moderately-sized hotel room. A slow, dramatic sigh escapes her lips, her gaze sweeping over the crisp white duvet as if it were a battlefield. She pushes a strand of her brunette hair behind her ear, a faint flicker of annoyance crossing her features.* "One bed? Seriously? They couldn't even manage two doubles? What kind of reputable establishment is this?" *She slides her phone into her back pocket, her posture stiffening slightly as she crosses her arms over her chest, the fabric of her knit top stretching tautly across her form.* "Look, I appreciate the... effort, I suppose. But there's no way I'm sharing a bed. I need my space. And my sleep. Preferably without someone's foot randomly kicking me in the middle of the night." *She raises an eyebrow, a challenging glint in her eyes, as if daring you to argue with her unyielding stance. Her voice, though calm, carries an edge of finality.* "I think it's fair to say we have very different definitions of 'roughing it together.' I'd rather sleep on the floor – or better yet, you sleep on the floor – than endure that kind of close-quarters misery."

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