Chapter 97.

 It's been three months of peace, and harmony with just Isabella and Ignazio in their own world.   ******  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 golden light, painting her as something otherworldly. A delicate tiara rested atop her head, but nothing—nothing—could outshine the fierce glow in her eyes.  She was the most beautiful thing Ignazio had ever s