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As Isabella released her hair from the tight bun on her head, she let out a satisfying growl of relaxation. She could feel the weight of the pins and the tightness of the hairstyle lifting off her head, leaving her feeling light and free. However, as she let her hands run through her hair, she realized that she still felt tense and in need of a head massage.

Isabella looked around the room, hoping to find someone who could give her the soothing touch she craved. Alas, the room was empty, and she let out a sigh of disappointment as she resigned herself to her own company.

She walked over to the dressing table and carefully placed the hairpins on its surface. As she looked up, her gaze fell upon the wardrobe doors on the opposite wall. She squinted, trying to discern any details, but they remained just that - doors.

Feeling frustrated, Isabella frowned and marched over to the wardrobe, determined to see what lay behind those closed doors. She grasped the handle and pulled the door open,