Isabella Primrose Remembered
The Princess of the Lake I was just six years old, wide-eyed and curious, when my daddy first took me to the lake. The sun was barely awake, casting a soft golden light over the water. The air was cool, carrying the earthy scent of morning dew and the faint fragrance of wildflowers. My small hand fit perfectly in his as we walked along the shore, our fishing poles swaying with each step. Daddy showed