Bianca
The following morning, I woke up earlier than my alarm. I should have felt butterflies in my stomach, but instead, there was nothing but a pit there. And it had nothing to do with morning sickness.
Today was my wedding day.
Today, I was marrying Prince Isaac Thorne—entering into a second marriage with a man who didn’t love me. With a man who had been photographed all over town with his mistress while I did damage control from behind the scenes.
I knew from the start that our marriage was just a political one—hell, it had been my idea—so maybe I should have expected this sort of behavior, but… somewhere over the past months, I had begun to fall for Isaac. I had to admit that fact, even if only to myself.
I had fallen for him. And he hadn’t fallen for me.
Wha
