IZABELLA
I wasn’t sure how I felt about getting fitted for a wedding the whole world now knew about.
As I stood on the fitting platform with my arms outstretched on either side of me, the seamstress worked quietly on the bodice of my dress.
I looked straight ahead, but my thoughts were all over the place.
Why did the ceremony have to be so big?
The dress I was wearing probably cost the same amount of a month’s rent at my old place. And Xavier wasn’t poor.
I was only ever going to wear it this once.
I tried to tell myself that it didn’t need to be so grand.
It could have been smaller, quieter, more personal. But the truth was, it wouldn’t make sense if it wasn’t grand.
It was Ignazio Narducci’s wedding.
The powerful alpha. A billionaire mogul. The most sought after bachelor
