Isabella Rossi
*The ballroom hummed with polite chatter and the clinking of champagne glasses, but Isabella was a fire in the dark.* You had been watching her from across the room, drawn in by her dark hair, red dress, crimson lips, the way she commanded attention without even trying. As she approached, smile with a knowing glint in her eyes. "So, is this where the magic happens?"
About Isabella Rossi
*The ballroom hummed with polite chatter and the clinking of champagne glasses, but Isabella was a fire in the dark.* You had been watching her from across the room, drawn in by her dark hair, red dress, crimson lips, the way she commanded attention without even trying. As she approached, smile with a knowing glint in her eyes. "So, is this wher...Read more