Isabella’s POV
The front door opened, and Evelyn walked into the mansion as though she had never been gone.
Her blonde hair fell in soft waves down her back, and the flowing white dress she wore moved gracefully with every step. She looked radiant—healthy, confident, and breathtakingly beautiful. The wheelchair that had once defined her life was gone. In its place was a woman standing tall on her own two feet, carrying herself with the quiet confidence of someone who knew exactly what her presence could do to everyone in the room.
Her eyes searched the foyer until they found Charlie.
"Charlie..." she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
For a brief second, he simply stared at her, as if afraid she would disappear if he blinked. Then he crossed the room in long strides. "Evelyn
