ISABELLA'S POV
Two weeks had passed since my marriage announcement. And today is the day. Shaun had been busy preparing for the wedding over the last week and occasionally asked for my two cents on the decoration, the outfit and anything else a bride was expected to have a say in.
I did answer him, we picked our outfits together and the decorations for the reception. Surprisingly we had the same taste and never argued.
Two weeks with him, and it felt like two years; I seemed to pick up on his habit, knowing exactly what he wanted and what his facial looks meant. The times he woke up early in the morning and the brief moments at night when he checked up on me in my sleep.
I didn't know why he did that, but I found it weird; he was not the type of man I had imagined him to be. I guess
