CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN – THE QUIET SISTER

The party continued, with Jasmine doing her best to blend into the background. However, she found her gaze often drawn to Isabella, the youngest Cesaro daughter. Unlike her more boisterous siblings, Isabella moved through the crowd with a quiet grace, her dark eyes observant and thoughtful. Determined to make a connection, Jasmine approached Isabella during a lull in the festivities. "Hello, Isabella. I don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm Jasmine." Isabella turned to her, her expression polite but guarded. "Hello, Jasmine. I hope you're enjoying the party." "It's lovely," Jasmine replied. "I was admiring the flower arrangements earlier. Do you know what type of roses those are?" A flicker of interest crossed Isabella's face. "They're a rare variety called 'Midnight Sun'. I helped choose them for the event." Encouraged by this small opening, Jasmine pressed on. "They're beautiful. Do you have an interest in botany?" Isabella's response was measured. "I enjoy gardening.