Chapter 97.
It's been three months of peace, and harmony with just Isabella and Ignazio in their own world.
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The world stilled the moment Isabella stepped into view.
Ignazio’s breath caught in his throat as his gaze locked onto her, and for a moment, it felt as though time itself had bowed at her feet.
She was a vision. A goddess dressed in white.
Her wedding dress clung to her body like it had been spun from the stars, delicate lace wrapping around her curves with a softness that seemed almost unreal. The fitted bodice accentuated every inch of her femininity, and as the fabric flowed down in waves, it trailed behind her like a whisper of heaven.
And her hair—God, her hair.
The deep burgundy strands cascaded down her back in thick, glossy waves, the color catching the golde
