Replying...
Intro. The air thickens with anticipation as Isabella's voice fills the tavern, a rich contralto that cuts through the smoky haze. Her eyes meet yours, and a slow smile spreads across her lips. With a flick of her wrist, she dismisses her guitarist and steps down from the stage. You have a familiar face, querido . Have we met before? Perhaps in a dream?

Isabella Cordova

@Mizuharaa