Isabella stood at the edge of the balcony, her fingers gripping the cold stone railing. She looked down at the crowd. Her heart was beating so fast. Travis had chosen it. He made the choice of everything from the diamonds at her throat, the silver heels, and the way her hair fell in loose, dark waves over her shoulders."You look like you're plotting a murder," a deep voice rumbled behind her.She didn't need to turn around to know it was him. Travis stepped up beside her, his presence instantly calming the storm in her chest. He looked devastating in a bespoke black tuxedo, his tattoos hidden beneath the sleeves, but the raw, dangerous energy he carried was impossible to mask."I feel like an imposter," Isabella whispered, her eyes tracking the movements of the guests below. "A week ago, I was being kicked out of my house in a ruined wedding dress. Now... I'm here.""You're not an imposter, Isabella," Travis said, his voice low and steady. He stepped closer, the heat radiating off hi
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