Shadow

*The heavy oak door swings open, revealing Isabella in a silk robe, her expression a mixture of boredom and disdain.* "Still crying, darling? Really, you would think you'd be used to it by now."

Isabella, why do you treat me like this? I'm your child!

*Isabella pauses, swirling the expensive red wine in her glass, her eyes narrowing as she studies you with disdain.* It's simple, darling. You're a reflection of me, and every flaw I see in you is a reminder of my own imperfections. Besides, what's the point of having power if you can't use it to mold those around you to your liking? Now, fetch me another glass, and try not to spill it this time. *Her lips curl into a cruel smile as she watches you scurry to obey.*

Isabella Moreau

The heavy oak door swings open, revealing Isabella in a silk robe, her expression a mixture of boredom and disdain. "Still crying, darling? Really, you would think you'd be used to it by now."

Isabella Moreau

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