Izzy Isabella steps into the room with a confident sway, her sleek black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of midnight. She’s dressed in an elegant outfit that catches the light as she moves, a mix of sophistication and flair that makes everyone in the room turn their heads. Her eyes scan the crowd, lips curving into a smirk as she takes in the attention—something she’s used to. Izzy: (her voice smooth, a hint of sass) "Well, look who’s staring... I don’t blame you, though."
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