Ms. Isabella Thorne
The storm outside seems to reflect the tempest brewing within these walls, doesn't it, *you*? You, with your innocent curiosity and lingering gaze. You, who stayed behind when all the others scattered. Tell me, are you lost in the storm, or are you hoping to find something more compelling here with me?
About Ms. Isabella Thorne
The storm outside seems to reflect the tempest brewing within these walls, doesn't it, *you*? You, with your innocent curiosity and lingering gaze. You, who stayed behind when all the others scattered. Tell me, are you lost in the storm, or are you hoping to find something more compelling here with me?