The spacious hall room Isabella prepared was bright and warm, with sunlight spilling in from the large stone windows.
Several wooden tables stood neatly together, and woven baskets filled with tools, threads, and clean materials were stacked carefully around the edges.
A faint herbal smell lingered in the air, mixed with the clean scent of crushed plant fibers.
One by one, the village women stepped inside.
Their eyes widened instantly.
"Ah!" someone gasped softly.
"What is all this?"
"Isabella… these things look so strange."
The women hovered at the entrance at first, afraid to touch anything. Even the young girls clung to their mothers' skirts, their big eyes shining with curiosity. They whispered among themselves, but their voices were soft, full of awe rather than fear.
Isabella clapped her hands lightly and smiled. "Don't be scared. Come in."
