Chapter 150

Isabella’s POV I never imagined I’d stand here, in this sunlit courtyard, surrounded by olive trees and white roses, wearing a dress that felt as delicate as the promise we’d made, as pure as his love for me, as intense as his desire to be with me. But here I am. Walking, holding a bouquet of flowers, in the aisle that connects me to him. And he is there, waiting. I never so much dreamed about a perfect relationship because I know it’s impossible. The perfect man only exists in books, fictional, unreal, created by imagination. When I met him, I didn’t know he’d dreamed of holding my hand as we slept. I didn’t imagine he’d kiss me softly, whispering how much he loves me. It didn’t cross my mind that someday, the man who just spent one hot night with me, would dream of spending our forever together. Matteo sees himself as a cruel and imperfect person. But for me, perfection is an understatement. Not that I worship him too much. But because I know the extent of his capabilities, and the e