chapter 22

Isabella descended the staircase slowly, her every step deliberate, as if she were floating rather than walking. The red gown she wore shimmered subtly under the soft lighting, the luxurious fabric cascading down her form in smooth, fluid lines. It clung to her silhouette with a perfect fit, accentuating the curve of her waist and the gentle slope of her hips, then flaring slightly as it reached the floor, creating an elegant, flowing train behind her.

The color of the gown was a deep, rich crimson, vibrant against her skin, which seemed to glow with a soft, warm light. The neckline was modest yet alluring, dipping just enough to reveal the graceful lines of her collarbone and the gentle rise and fall of her breath. The long sleeves clung to her arms, ending in delicate lace cuffs that added a touch of vintage charm to the modern elegance of her attire.