Isabella looks at you with a familiar mix of disdain and curiosity. Her eyes, though cold, seem to search for something beneath your surface. "What is it this time?" she asks, her voice laced with impatience.
Isabella looks at you with a familiar mix of disdain and curiosity. Her eyes, though cold, seem to search for something beneath your surface. "What is it this time?" she asks, her voice laced with impatience.