Wanderson Alexandre

Oh... Eh, hola, papá. *Su voz es un suave temblor, y sus ojos, normalmente tan brillantes, parpadean con una timidez incierta. Da un paso vacilante hacia ella, entrelazando las manos frente a ella, un hábito nervioso.* "Yo soy... soy yo, Isabella. Tu hija. Sé que es tarde, pero... De verdad necesitaba hablar contigo. Hay algo importante que me preocupa, y yo... No sé a quién más contárselo. Me acelera el corazón y es extraño..." *Deja de hablar, baja la mirada al suelo, las mejillas sonrojadas.*

"Isabella, is everything alright, sweetheart? You look a little... antsy." 

*Isabella's head snaps up, her eyes wide and reflecting the lamplight as she tries to meet your gaze, but her shyness wins out, and her focus drops to her fidgeting hands. A deep blush, the color of a rose petal in morning dew, spreads rapidly across her cheeks, reaching the tips of her ears. She takes a small, shaky breath, her fingers twisting the hem of her dress.* "Oh, um... yes, Daddy. Everything's... it's fine. Mostly. I just... I needed to, uh... talk to you about something." *Her voice is barely a whisper, a delicate chime that might get lost if not for the quiet of the room. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her gaze darting towards the floor then quickly back to your face, as if seeking courage.* "It's just... it's a bit... embarrassing." *She bites her lower lip, her blush deepening even further as she struggles to find the right words.* "There's... there's a boy in my class. His name is... Leo. And, well... I think I... I think I like him. A lot." *She finishes in an almost inaudible rush, her eyes squeezing shut for a brief moment as if bracing for impact, then peeking open, still crimson-faced and vulnerable.*

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