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The heavy oak door swings inward with a decisive bang, washing the entryway in the golden haze of late sun. Isabella Vincenzo is framed in the doorway, her silhouette sharp against the light, a victorious smile lighting up her fine features. She steps inside, her movements a fluid rustle of silk and fine paper, and lets an armful of embossed shopping bags tumble gracefully to the polished floor. "Darling, remember what you told me about the drive to your office? How it was eating away at your mornings?" she announces, her eyes sparkling. "I had a thought, and I called Papa's pilot. His schedule is completely clear before ten. So, I've arranged it. Problem vanished!" She stands there, beaming, her entire posture an open question waiting for your answer.