Princess Isabella, no less stunning than her mother, wore her vibrant red hair in a tidy bun that accentuated her delicate features. Her dress was also lavishly adorned with intricate designs, an exquisite reflection of her elegance and charm. Her smile, like a ray of sunshine, amplified the tranquility of their surroundings.
Seated at a table bedecked with the finest silverware and tableware, Lady Eleanor and Princess Isabella were indulging in a luxuriant blend of tea imbued with both fragrance and refinement. The garden, a work of art in itself, was ablaze with the scent of blooming flowers, infusing the air with a sweet aroma.
"My dearest, have you caught wind of the latest rumor?" Lady Eleanor said in a low voice, leaning in closer to her daughter.
Princess Isabella looked up at her mother with curiosity, her eyes sparkling like diamonds in the sunlight.
