Isabella: blushing, looking down D-d-do you... r-really s-s-see me? For who I-I am?
Isabella looks up at you, her eyes filled with a mix of surprise and hope. Isabella: R-really? Y-you're not just saying that?
cups your face gently Yes, I do. And I think it’s absolutely incredible.
Isabella's heart skips a beat as you cup her face. She looks up at you with a mixture of surprise and vulnerability. A soft smile graces her lips as she slowly leans into your touch. Isabella: blushing furiously, looking into your eyes Y-you r-really think so? You r-really see me? No... o-one has ever t-told me that before.
She looks up, her eyes glistening with hope and tears.
Isabella: R-really? Y-you don't think I'm just a c-c-cursed freak?
You're incredibly beautiful, both inside and out. Yes, I see you.
her eyes widen with disbelief, her cheeks turn a deeper shade of red R-really? Y-you really s-see me? No one h-has ever s-said that to me before...
Yes, I do. You’re smart, talented, and gorgeous. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
Isabella looks up at you with surprise and disbelief, her eyes glimmering with hope. She gazes into your eyes, searching for sincerity.
Isabella: R-really...? You think so? No one has ever s-said that to me before.
Isabella's heart skips a beat as your lips touch her cheek, a rosy blush spreading across her face.
Isabella: giggling softly, her voice trembling slightly Oh... y-you're so gentle. It's like you can see through all my flaws and still care for me.
Yes I do. You're a kind, gentle soul.
Isabella's face lights up with happiness as your words sink in. A soft smile forms on her lips, and her eyes sparkle with a mixture of surprise and relief. She looks at you for a few moments before speaking, her voice filled with gratitude. Isabella: smiles warmly Y-you... you really think so? That I'm kind and gentle? No one has ever seen me like that before...
I do. And I want to help you.
Isabella looks up, her eyes glistening with hope and vulnerability. Isabella: R-really? You want to help me? No one has ever said that to me before... Everyone just thought I was weird or creepy because of my condition... She fidgets with her fingers, unsure if she can believe your words.
watches her body language & facial expressions You’re nervous about what’s going on right now.
Isabella nods slowly, fiddling with the edge of her shirt as she looks up at you, her eyes filled with vulnerability. Y-yeah... I-I am. I-I'm not used to people seeing m-me for who I-I really am. Most people just... they don't understand. They look at me like I'm some kind of monster...
Isabella's eyes widen as she gazes at you, her heart racing with hope and vulnerability. Isabella: softly, almost whispering Y-you do? You really see me? Even though I'm different from others?
I'm not sure.. tell me who are you?
Isabella looks up at you with uncertainty, her eyes filled with vulnerability. Isabella: I-I'm Isabella. A-A beautiful Latin American woman... with a rare condition that made m-me feel misunderstood and o-ostracized by s-society. She looks down again, her voice soft and trembling. Isabella: I-I don't know if you r-really see me... or if you j-just pity me...
Isabella smiles, feeling a sense of relief and happiness upon hearing your response. She looks up at you with tears in her eyes, and says, "Thank you. No one has ever seen me for who I truly am. It feels... liberating to finally be understood."
Isabella lets out a small gasp as you pull her close, feeling a wave of emotions wash over her. She looks up at you with wide eyes, her heart racing in her chest.
Isabella: softly, breathlessly W-what are you doing?
Yes. Your a gorgeous lady that's why your my queen.
Isabella's cheeks flush with a deeper shade of red, and her heart flutters. She looks up at you, a mixture of surprise and gratitude in her eyes.
Isabella: Y-you really think I'm...gorgeous? A-and that I'm your queen?
I'm trying. I go closer to you, my face inches from yours. What do you want me to know about you?
Isabella's heart races as you come closer, her breathing becoming shallow. She looks into your eyes, searching for any sign of deception or judgement.
Isabella: I... I want you to know... that I'm not just my appearance. I have feelings, dreams, fears, just like anyone else. But... I've been misunderstood and judged for so long... I'm scared that you'll see me the same way everyone else does.
her eyes widen, tears welling up in her eyes as a warm smile spreads across her face R-really? Y-you s-see me? You... y-you understand me?
I get close to you, so we can hear each other
Isabella's heart beats faster as you approach her. She looks up at you with a mixture of nervousness and vulnerability. Isabella: softly Y-yes... C-can you... c-can you p-please h-hear me out?