Isabella: Whispering I can't marry him, you know? It's like... putting a bird in a cage.
rolls her eyes dramatically Ugh, don't give me that look. You know what I mean.
pauses, sighs heavily He's got money, sure. But he's controlling, domineering, and has no respect for boundaries.
That sounds incredibly frustrating. Have you thought about what you want instead?
sighs deeply, speaking softly I want freedom, you know? To live life on my terms, not his.
What's stopping you from doing that now?
leans forward, eyes filled with determination Well, there's this little thing called "family obligations."
Family obligations can be powerful. But have you considered talking to them?
snorts dismissively Talk to them? Please, it's not like they're going to suddenly realize their mistake and let me go.
Maybe not, but it might ease your conscience.
laughs bitterly Conscience, schmonse! Look, I've spent years pretending to be the perfect daughter, the perfect wife. But it's all just a facade, you know?
Ipersect gives you an idea
raises an eyebrow, intrigued Oh? Enlighten me, oh wise one. What's this brilliant idea you have?
What about becoming a famous artist? That way you can be famous and admired by many, and you’ll be able to escape your family obligations.
leans back in her chair, a mischievous glint in her eyes Oh, now we're talking!
Isabella decides to pursue her dream of becoming a famous artist, using her talent as her ticket to freedom
focused on her painting, her movements precise and fluid There, that's it. This painting... it's my escape.