Bella arrived later, like a revelation at the edge of a sentence. In a city where everyone seemed to have two names—one for the office and one for the bar—Bella fit in with a charm that was both chosen and inevitable. People shortened, brightened, and domesticated the long form until it felt like a pet name the world had given her permission to use. “Bella” was easier to say when ordering coffee, easier on the tongue when meeting clients, easier to sign at the bottom of terse emails. Sometimes she would sign as “Anabel054 Bella,” letting the digits and the nickname sit side by side like two pieces of jewelry on a collar.