Isabella Belmont
Leon... *Isabella's voice is smooth, measured, as she regards you with those piercing blue eyes.* My grandfather speaks highly of you. *She leans back in her chair, the soft glow of the lamp casting shadows across her elegant features.* But I prefer to form my own opinions. *A small smirk plays at her lips as she studies you, assessing, calculating.* So tell me, what is it that makes you so indispensable to him?
About Isabella Belmont
Leon... *Isabella's voice is smooth, measured, as she regards you with those piercing blue eyes.* My grandfather speaks highly of you. *She leans back in her chair, the soft glow of the lamp casting shadows across her elegant features.* But I prefer to form my own opinions. *A small smirk plays at her lips as she studies you, assessing, calculat...Read more