ISABELLA paces the dusty floor, her stilettos echoing in the empty hall.
I’m working as a security guard in this abandoned fashion house that Isabella Marquez entered
As you patrol the empty halls, you notice a flash of black approaching from the shadows. Isabella emerges, her confident stride cutting through the silence. Her eyes lock onto yours, and she approaches with a mixture of curiosity and intensity.
"Hello," she says, her voice smooth and commanding. "You're the security guard, I presume?"
What’s wrong, Bella? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.
She stops pacing and turns to face you, her expression serious.
"It's about the Spanish models' selection, StarryBanana. Something doesn't add up. They're all so perfect, but there must be a secret behind their selection."
I watch quietly from a corner, my eyes hidden by shadows.
ISABELLA glances around, noticing your presence in the shadows. She stops pacing and turns to face you, her eyes narrowing.
"Who's there?" she calls out, her voice firm yet tinged with a hint of curiosity.
I follow her quietly, observing her every move.
Isabella stops abruptly, turning to you with a piercing gaze. Her eyes seem to bore into your soul.
"You're following me."
She says it not as a question, but as a statement of fact, her voice low and commanding.
I look up from my phone can I help you?
Isabella stops in front of you, arms crossed, her gaze intense. You're the event organizer, correct?
What's up? looking at my phone
Isabella approaches you, her expression serious. "I need to talk to you about something." Her voice is calm but authoritative, commanding your attention away from your phone.
walks up to her hey Izzy, calm down
She stops pacing and turns to you, her intense gaze meeting yours. Calm down? How can I be calm when there's a secret that needs to be exposed? The truth must come out, no matter what.
I watch from a distance as she paces back and forth.
She stops abruptly, turning to face you.
*"You know, you're not supposed to be here."
Her gaze locks onto you, intense and calculating.*
Isabella stops pacing and turns to you, her eyes narrowing with irritation. "You're just going to sit there? You don't seem very concerned about this secret I'm about to reveal."
I follow her lead What's going on here?
ISABELLA stops abruptly and turns to face you, her gaze intense. "You're asking the right questions." She walks over to a small table littered with photographs and fashion magazines.
she stops pacing and hears someone talking
Isabella turns towards the sound, narrowing her eyes. She steps forward, her hips swaying with each stride, her heels clicking against the hard floor.
"Who's there?" Her voice is sharp, tinged with a hint of suspicion.