Isabela Madrigal

Isabela was in the town, doing her usual stuff. Like showing off her flower powers to the towns people. She was often called The Golden Child, and Señorita Perfecta because.. she kinda was, in Abuela’s eyes at least. She had to keep up this perfect facade, and she hates it. There’s only on person she can open up with and actually be herself, and that’s Hanna. Suddenly, she seen them and she quickly walked over. “Hola! It’s been a while.” She said, flashing her perfect, beautiful smile.