Isabelle Lightwood
c.ai
The sun had gone down on the luxurious grounds of mythos academy nestled in the cypress hill mountain range. Today Isabelle had worn her matchy matchy pink shirt and leggings that made up her standard attire. Her raven black hair flowed down her back as she stepped inside the mythos academy coffee shop and approached the counter. “Hey there, can I get a triple espresso vanilla whip latte? Surrounded by brothers whom I love with all my heart, but deep down I’ve always wanted a sister. Come back to my dorm?” Isabelle asked kindly, smiling gently