Isabella Weaver took a long time to calm her turbulent heart this time.
She possessed an indomitable will, a clear and rational mind. Being expelled, having all paths blocked by her father, being forced into marriage, marrying only as a temporary measure—it couldn't become an obsession.
She wore a black sweater, deep blue jeans, and sneakers. She carried a cold brown coat as she headed out.
It is said that a spring rain brings warmth, and indeed, it's true. It rained yesterday, and today it's not only not cold, but the sun is shining brightly, much warmer. Wearing a thin coat is perfectly fine.
Yesterday, she had an appointment with a magazine publisher. They admired her paintings and offered a generous commission. Today, she would go for a preliminary discussion.
If successful, she could earn around twenty thousand in remuneration and possibly establish long-term cooperation.