Chicago was a new state that she had stepped in. Not for the first time but definitely for the paparazzi. They had been aware of the fact that the bride of Angelo de'alessandro was up in Chicago from New York and she has to be snapped. Isabel had warned her that every dress she wore would show what kind of person she was and even though it made no sense, she knew that it was better to heed to it.
So she wore a blue overcoat with a black sheath dress underneath with the same heels of colour.
Her hair was kept open behind her back. She had to blow-dry them, not standing for the damage the iron rod caused.
For as long as Angelo had been in the room, she was a confident woman knowing what she wanted.
She wore her jewellery with steady hands and had her head held up high. She wasn't afraid of him or intimidated by him in any way and she was going to show him just that.
