Enrico stood by the car, one hand resting on the open door as he checked his watch again. The morning sun was high now, casting long shadows across the driveway, and though he wasn’t in any particular rush, his patience was beginning to wear thin. He’d sent his driver away with instructions to follow them at a discreet distance, ensuring they wouldn’t be entirely alone, but for today, he wanted to drive himself. Something about being in control of the moment felt important.
He glanced up at the mansion, wondering what was taking Isabella so long. He considered sending one of the maids to check on her, but before he could, the front doors opened. Enrico’s breath hitched slightly when he saw her.
Isabella stepped out, her graceful form emerging from the doorway like a vision. She was dress
