The next day, Isabella woke up with a kind of joy that made her heart feel like it was floating.
She rushed through her morning routine, even brushing her hair twice and changing into her favorite soft pink dress. As she came downstairs, her steps light and quick, she was greeted by the sight she'd been dreaming about since yesterday.
A beautiful guitar, perfectly her size, rested on the living room sofa.
Her eyes widened, glowing like stars.
"Aunt Clara… is this really mine?" she asked breathlessly, as if it might vanish if she touched it.
Clara smiled warmly from across the room. "Yes, dear. Someone had it delivered this morning. And your tutor will be here every day at noon. Today's your first lesson."
Isabella clutched her hands to her chest. "Really?!"
Clara chuckled. "Really."
