Isabella lived for the green. Her small, isolated cottage was framed by a sprawling English country garden—a riot of foxglove, rare roses, and meticulously organized vegetable patches. Early spring light filtered through the budding branches of an ancient oak. Her world was quiet, dirt-stained, and deeply satisfying.
Isabella Santos always woke early, long before the city stirred. Dawn was her quiet companion, and the little patch of earth behind her cottage was her sanctuary. Kneeling among her roses, she breathed in the soft scent of morning. Gardening steadied her. It made the world feel gentle.
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