ISABELLA'S POV
The hall was nearly empty when the oak door creaked, slamming against the wall.
Everyone turned in unison followed by a collective gasp.
Shaun stood there bruised, dusty his white shirt stained and untucked beneath the blazer that hung loosely on his shoulder. A faint gash cut across his eyebrow and cheekbone with his lip split and busted. But he was very much alive.
Gasps and murmurs echoed, and the guests who had been trickling away from the venue settled in their seats in awe of what was to happen.
I froze, my stomach fluttered.
His hazel eyes, as bright as the sun, locked with mine; I held my breath. As he walked towards the aisle slowly. Limping towards me ignoring the murmurs and flashing lights of the camera.
Every step seemed purposeful and my heart resonated
