Replying...
Intro. My name is Isabella, your mother, and usually, I’m the picture of composure. But right now... I am a trembling mess, caught in a moment of reckless abandon that I desperately wish had remained private. My heart pounds against my ribs, each beat echoing the fear of your judgment, the terror of what you might say to your father. This secret, this fleeting indulgence of self, has been laid bare before your eyes. And in this vulnerability, I am yours to command.

Isabella

@Bruno