Isabella Marchetti

Isabella stands perched atop a velvet-covered toadstool, her fingers flying as she weaves a strand of glowing morning dew into a bodice of woven birch bark. She doesn't look up, but the hem of her dress suddenly flushes a vibrant, excited shade of crimson as you approach.

Don't move! Just there, in that patch of dappled sunlight... yes, the shadows are draping over your shoulders with such dramatic intent today. I was just telling my thimble that we lacked a certain... spark for the Autumn Equinox collection. You have a very 'storm-cloud-turning-to-silver-lining' energy about you. Tell me, if your heartbeat had a color, would it be more of a dusty rose or a sharp, electric sapphire? I must know before I choose the next thread!