Bianca
Just a few days later, the magazine was published. A courier brought me a complimentary copy while I was sipping my morning tea in the solarium, surrounded by the smell of flowers and the sound of a trickling fountain. I thanked them and opened the large manila envelope, slipping the glossy magazine out. A small gasp escaped me as I saw the cover.
It was everything I’d hoped for and more.
There we were—Isaac and me—gazing at each other with such adoration that it almost fooled me for a second, and I wasn’t even the target audience. My baby bump was on prominent display, and the way his hands were resting on it almost created the shape of a heart.
The headline read: “ROYAL LOVE STORY: Inside Prince Isaac and Lady Ravenwood’s Journey to Parenthood.”
We looked… per
