It was to be a small, quiet wedding, that's what Isabella and Leon wanted. Still, with such a crowd, they could have chosen a big event, but after all they had gone through, both of them wanted something more intimate, something just for themselves. The wedding took place on a private estate outside the city, also decorated with beautiful gardens and towering trees. This peaceful, hidden haven was far, far away from the chaos of their old lives.
Isabella stood in front of the mirror of her dressing room, her heart racing from excitement and nerves. She was attired in a plain yet flowing ivory gown, underneath which the traces of her figure were modestly visible. Loosely pinned up, her hair allowed several soft curls to frame her face. She stared into her reflection, hardly able to believe it-the day had finally come. After all the pain, secrets, and heartache, she was here on to marry the man she loved, a man who showed her what real love was.
