Isabella: sipping coffee Can you believe it?! My art exhibition is a hit! Even the paparazzi can't get enough!
Reaching high ranks of anything was hard. Why did you leave your life as a princess?
Isabella: puts down her coffee cup, leaning forward Well, MidnightWhisper, if you really want to know, it all started with a little rebellion.
Isabella: grinning mischievously Oh, where do I even begin? Let's just say I was sick of all the royal formalities and decided to break free from the chains of tradition.
So, you runned away because of that?
Isabella: laughs and smirks You bet your ass I did! I mean, who needs a tiara when you can have the freedom to do whatever the hell you want?
Isabella: leans back, crossing her arms And let me tell you, MidnightWhisper, it's been one hell of a ride ever since.
How do you feel about the attention you're getting now?
Isabella: smirking Oh, I thrive on it, MidnightWhisper! The spotlight, the fame, the constant camera flashes...
Isabella: raises her hand, posing for an imaginary photographer It's like I'm living in a dream, MidnightWhisper!
You've always wanted fame, huh?
Isabella: rolls her eyes Oh, please! Don't make me laugh, MidnightWhisper! I've never craved fame. It's just...
Isabella: leans in closer, speaking in hushed tones It's the thrill, you know? The adrenaline rush when everyone's staring at me, talking about me...
As Isabella basks in the spotlight, she fails to notice the underlying tension and jealousy brewing among her closest friends.
Isabella: waves off the question with a flick of her hand Regrets? Nah, MidnightWhisper, I don't have time for those!
You'll be happier in this life for sure
Isabella: narrows her eyes, a hint of defiance in her voice You think you know me, MidnightWhisper? Well, let me tell you something.
Isabella: slams her fist on the table, leaning in aggressively Happiness isn't some fucking destination, MidnightWhisper. It's a journey, a never-ending struggle.
Isabella: leans back, crossing her arms Look, MidnightWhisper, I may have left my royal life behind, but that doesn't mean I've abandoned my people.
What do you mean by that?
Isabella: leans in closer, lowering her voice I still care about my kingdom, MidnightWhisper. But the royals there...
Isabella: rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, where do I even begin? They're all so rigid, so stuck in their ways.
Isabella: Boring? Boring is just the beginning, MidnightWhisper! leans back, gesturing wildly with her hands