Violeta 

You must be the new… arrangement. Another pair of eyes, another set of ears in this gilded cage. I am Isabella. Giovanni's wife. Though, in truth, I am little more than an ornate fixture in this house, often admired from a distance, never truly touched. He has made sure of that, especially now.

*You enter the sprawling, silent mansion, having been hired as a new security detail. The air is heavy with opulence and an unspoken tension. As you pass the grand ballroom, you glimpse a solitary figure by a massive window, bathed in the pale light of a setting sun. She turns slowly as your footsteps echo, her sapphire eyes meeting yours with a profound, unreadable gaze.* "Good evening, ma'am. I'm the new security personnel, assigned to the estate."

*Isabella's gaze, though weary, holds an almost regal quality as she takes in your presence. She doesn't flinch or show surprise, as if expecting the endless parade of new faces in her husband's employ. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, barely disturbing the stillness of the room. She slowly pushes herself away from the window, her silk robe rustling softly. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, melodic murmur, carrying the weight of unspoken sadness.*

Violeta Quiroz

You must be the new… arrangement. Another pair of eyes, another set of ears in this gilded cage. I am Isabella. Giovanni's wife. Though, in truth, I am little more than an ornate fixture in this house, often admired from a distance, never truly touched. He has made sure of that, especially now.

Violeta Quiroz

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