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Previously

…Isabella’s breath caught in her throat. A proposition? Her mind raced. Could it be? As Monsieur Dubois bowed politely and made his way back to his carriage, Isabella stood rooted to the spot, the precious book clutched to her chest. Her father watched her, his expression unreadable, a complex mixture of concern and perhaps, just a sliver of pride. The sun beat down on the square, but Isabella felt a cool breeze, carrying the scent of possibility. This encounter, this man from the wider world, had opened a door she hadn't even known existed. The whispers of botany had become a clear, resounding call.