Bella's pov
“Everything is set. Camilla, fix her make up. I want her perfect. You hear me. Perfeita.” My stylist shouted for everyone to hear. I had to be perfect—after all, it was my wedding day.
I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. Beautiful in a unique dress. Pure white. No sparkles. No lace. Clean, simple, perfect. The only thing that was supposed to shine was… me.
The one meant to give meaning to the dress. To implement everything. To make it work. Make it perfect.
The door opened and my brother walked in. He couldn't contain the gasp at the moment his caramel eyes met me. “Sis. I better hide you somewhere before you steal everyone's breath.” A wide smile tugged at my lips after hearing his words full of love. That smile you don't plan. Just happens when you see someone who
