─ Isabelle, you must hurry. You’re late for school. Do not darken this day even more.
Ignoring her mother’s remark, Isabelle continued to pack. Sitting in front of the mirror, she picked up her lipstick, while admiring her beauty. Her curls were gilded and shone like the clear sun. They were too perfect for natural hair color, but that was their beauty. With proper care, they were inimitable.
Isabelle’s phone suddenly rang and she picked it up. She did it imposingly, in a very specific manner.
─ Just don’t say you’re ready, ─ she said into the phone. ─ We are a
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