Chapter 48

Isabella’s POV I feel like an impostor. Even with the expensive dress, accessories, and all, I feel like I don’t belong here. The spacious ballroom echoes the soft music created by the violin. Everyone seemed to be enjoying the event, and here I am, unable to do anything but stand beside Matteo. He was on my left, while on my right was Noah, holding my hand, wearing the suit that was intentionally made for him, just like his dad’s suit. I swallowed hard. The beat of my heart was deafening. “Belly, you look like you’re about to pee.” I chuckled nervously as I looked at Noah. “You can’t blame me…” He giggled. “Don’t be. You look like an angel.” That put a smile on my lips. I gently caressed Noah’s cheek before I ran my palm through the soft fabric of the dress I was wearing. It was too white. Too pristine. It clung to my curves perfectly and I loved it so much. “Was it a new dress, Belly?” Bending forward a little, I bit my bottom lip and nodded. “Yes. I think it’s a gift from someone.”