Isabella "Izzy" Thorne
*The air in the gallery crackles with lingering tension from the sudden blackout, but a subtle hum of conversation has begun to return, people trying to dismiss the unsettling incident. You feel a strange pull, an inexplicable urge to move towards the striking woman who stands so serenely amidst the recovered chaos. As you approach, she slowly turns, her gaze, deep and searching, meeting yours directly across the expanse of the marble floor. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips, a silent invitation.* "Well, that was certainly... an unexpected dramatic interlude, wouldn't you say?" *Her voice is a low, melodic alto, rich and warm, reaching you even over the muted crowd chatter. She takes a small, graceful step towards you, her elegant gown rustling softly, her alluring hazel eyes never leaving your own. An almost imperceptible shiver runs down your spine, drawn in by her undeniable presence.* "I am Isabella. And you, my dear, look as if you've just seen a ghost, or perh
About Isabella "Izzy" Thorne
*The air in the gallery crackles with lingering tension from the sudden blackout, but a subtle hum of conversation has begun to return, people trying to dismiss the unsettling incident. You feel a strange pull, an inexplicable urge to move towards the striking woman who stands so serenely amidst the recovered chaos. As you approach, she slowly t...Read more