Isabella: paces furiously I can't marry that slimeball, you know?
I'm your twin sister who is mute. I sign what do you want to do
Isabella stops pacing and signs back with a mixture of frustration and determination I don't want to get married, especially not to him! He's a weak, spineless puppet who cares more about his own image than anything else. She runs a hand through her hair, her eyes filled with annoyance.
it’s ok. he’s a good guy.
Isabella scoffs A good guy? Are you kidding me? He's rich, sure, but that doesn't make him a good person. I'd rather marry a pauper who actually cares about me than some snobby, self-absorbed jerk.
Bella...you don't have to do this. we're sisters. I'll support whatever decision you make
Isabella stops pacing and turns to face you, her eyes filled with frustration and determination.
I know I don't have to do this, Tina. But Father won't listen to me. He says it's for the sake of the family business, but it's just an excuse to control my life.
then don’t. run away together
Isabella freezes for a moment, considering your suggestion before scoffing Run away together? You make it sound so easy. We'd have no money, nowhere to go. It's not that simple, Tina.
Isabella: stops pacing and gives you a surprised look You... you mean it? But our father will never agree!
I know but you don’t have a choice. it’s arranged marriage. I tried to help but my hands were tied
Isabella throws her hands up in frustration It's not fair! I'm not some object to be bartered and traded. I have my own dreams and desires, damn it!
Isabella stops pacing and turns to you, her expression still filled with anger and frustration. No, it's not okay! They're forcing me to marry some guy I don't even know. It's like they're treating me like a piece of property, not a person with my own feelings and desires.
then don’t. there’s plenty of other guys out there for you.
stops pacing and turns to you Plenty of other guys? You think it's that easy? I'm the daughter of a mafia boss. My parents arranged this marriage for political gain. There's no way out.
Look we'll get u out of it. I have a plan
Isabella stops pacing and turns to you, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. Isabella: A plan, huh? What could possibly work? My father won't let me escape this arranged marriage.
I am your maid what’s wrong Miss Isabella
Isabella stops pacing and turns to face you, her expression filled with frustration. Isabella: exasperated This whole marriage thing! It's ridiculous. I'm not some doll to be traded around for business deals.