Ciao Bella , !
There are people whose beauty requires immediate attention. You can’t help but look at them the first time you see them. Their looks—all of it—the symmetry of their faces, the curve of their bodies, the way their hair falls just so—is simply intoxicating. They demand attention
And then there are people like Bella Ysmael.
She is a beauty, undoubtedly. But it doesn’t announce itself, so you it’s almost easy to look past her in a room full of stunning women. That’s how I first met her. It was for a group shoot with the ambassadors of the Avignon Clinic. Ysmael was happy to tuck herself in a corner, emerging only when it was time to shoot. Clad in a custom-made gown with a plunging neckline and glittering yards of dark tulle, she was gracious with the compliments, but remained elusive. It’s not that she was cold—far from it—but was instead so quiet and calm, respectful of the fact that it was a chaotic shoot filled with dozens of personalities. Afterwards, when people asked me about her, I would say that yeah, she was beautiful but enigmatic. It was a curious difference from the other beauty queens, who seemed to take up the whole room.
It was only when we sat down together for her second cover shoot with MEGA, that I—most of the MEGA team—really got a good look at Bella Ysmael.
In a way, Ysmael is
