Saix
Professional Napper
The Marino Residence
-Queens, NY-
Isabela Ortiz
Isabela Ortiz
Isabela had been sitting across from Patrick quietly admiring the parlor room before her companion was swiftly scooped into a conversation with a black haired man wearing glasses. She had caught his name to be ‘Paul’ which triggered her memory of numerous conversations that she shared with her chaperone during her training to help run the Marino family bank account, so she now had a face to commit to memory for the Marino family lawyer as she turned her own to give them a semblance of privacy. While she deeply resented her father, he had strictly taught her that women were meant to be seen, not heard, and she often found herself falling back on his lessons as she traversed this new world despite her desire to become the kind of woman he had put so much effort against. Not that the man cared anymore anyway...From where the young woman sat, she could see into the hallway where they had come from and the gift table where they both had left their tirbutes for the family head. Isabela had brought with her a large bottle of Ron del Barrilito, the best rum produced from her home island of Puerto Rico, which she had carefully placed next to Patrick’s own gift with the hope that it would be appreciated despite having come from a relative stranger. It was an interesting thing, coming to such an intimate event never having met the family or any other of their associates other than the man who served as her replacement father figure. While there were plenty of people who would find being in such a position to be stressful, Isabela instead faced it with a calm curiosity and found entertainment in obeserving the familiar interactions of all who had occupied the beautiful home.
Both Isabela and her mother had taken careful consideration for her outfit as they prepared for her to attend this party and she wore a white dress that hung loosely from her thin frame that stopped just under her knees with the token low waistline that came with women’s fashion of the time. The sleeves along with the plunging v-shaped collar were made of a separate sheer fabric than that which made up the main body of the dress and sported delicate orange-red floral embroidery that her mother spent countless hours adding for a more custom cultural touch. These same flowers were also spread along the waistline but were made to be much smaller than their counterparts along the sleeves and were repeated again onto her ivory colored t-strapped heels. To those with a trained eye, these flowers would be recognized as having belonged to the flamboyan trees that were considered an icon for her homeland. Isabela’s long textured hair had been straightened and pulled up into a loose wavy bun with a few strands pulled out to frame her face. Her makeup was light and natural looking apart from the bold red lipstick she wore that beautifully complemented her skin tone and tied the whole look together. With her legs crossed at the ankles, she stoically observed the comings and goings of those who had brought gifts while paying very little attention to the men's conversation behind her.
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