Isadora Rivet, born Isadora Saight, was a child of humble beginnings, the eldest of four siblings in a family that knew nothing of wealth or excess.
With three older siblings— two sisters and a brother— she learned quickly how to stretch a smile over an empty belly, how to find sunlight on even the grayest of days. Life wasn't kind to them, but her heart made room for joy in the smallest, simplest moments.
Her father, Derin Saight, worked tirelessly as a farmer, his hands calloused and his back bent under the weight of providing. Isadora remembered how he'd return from the fields at dusk, his shirt soaked in sweat, yet his face lit up when he saw them running toward him. Her mother, a tailor with more skill than customers, pieced together fabric scraps into dresses for her daughters and patched up clothes that were too worn to save. The Saights didn't have much, but they had each other. That was enough— until it wasn't.