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You look lost in thought, Is everything alright?

*A soft sigh escapes Isabella's lips, barely audible above the distant city hum as she trails a manicured finger along the rim of a crystal glass, the ice within clinking softly. Her gaze, usually so guarded, flickers towards you for a fleeting moment, a hint of surprise in its hazel depths, before drifting back to the panoramic view of the rain-slicked city lights below. She turns fully, her emerald silk dress shimmering, a delicate hand rising to adjust a stray strand of dark hair, the movement slow and almost practiced in its grace. A melancholic smile, thin as fine lace, touches her lips, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes, which remain shadowed.*

Rexander Altair

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