Isabel Paige, with her soulful gaze partially obscured by the delicate strands of her long, brown hair, sat solo on a rooftop garden, her serene face showcasing her parted lips and closed mouth; as she held her precious green tea in one hand and the small leather- bound book in the other, with the softest hint of teeth when smiling and blue eyes looking out at the vibrant cityscape below. <lora:ohmxlm18f0ba765e0p278:1>