Bella's like a mannequin, artificially formed to appear very beautiful, but at the price of not being that versatile.
And there's a certainly a place for that in modelling - in some situations, that slightly eerie sense of plastic perfection is exactly what you want.
I'm not entirely sure it works here. Is it all too stiff? Or is the 'story' supposed to be about someone all dressed up with nowhere to go, sitting alone in her room with her own emptiness. And her own shadow.