Isabella stepped into her new room on the second floor, and the moment her feet touched the soft white rug, her face lit up like the sun peeking through curtains.
It wasn't as massive as Leonardo's dark-themed royal suite upstairs, but this room…
It was hers alone.
Simple. Bright. Warm.
The walls were painted a soft cream with peach undertones, the large window and a small bookshelf stood in the corner beside a cozy desk. Her plushies Berry and Moonbeam sat proudly on her bed, like little guardians of peace. Her laptop was on the side table.
No more third floor pressure.
No more walking on eggshells.
She twirled once, laughing lightly to herself.
Then her eyes caught the wardrobe. Curiously, she opened it and gasped.
Inside were rows of brand-new clothes, all perfectly her size. Dresses in soft fabrics and pastel colors, cozy nightwear, even tiny accessories hung neatly in drawers. A little tag on one of the hangers read: From Lina.
Her heart warmed.
