Isabella’s POVThe afternoon sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the garden. I stayed on the bench long after Marcus left, my fingers tracing the edge of the stone, still warm from his touch. My mind spun in circles, his words, his promise, the way his kiss on my hand had lingered. It felt safe. Exciting. But Lucas’s face kept flashing in my thoughts, the way he had held me when the results came in, the quiet strength in his voice when he said he wanted to do this right.I stood up slowly, brushing dirt from my dress, and walked back toward the house. The terrace was quiet now, most guests gone. Claire sat at one of the tables, flipping through a small notebook, making notes for the honeymoon. She looked up when she saw me and smiled.“You disappeared for a while,” she said. “Everything okay?”I sat across from her, my hands folding in my lap. “Marcus found me in the garden. He… he told me he’s ready. That he’s the one who truly loves me. He asked if I love Lucas. I told him
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