SEVEN MONTHS LATER
ISABELLA
Fabrice and I enter the house, and I rush straight to my son's room. He was all I could think about on the way home. As I enter, I find the nanny feeding him, and just then, Fabrice enters too, a smile on his face as he walks up to me and takes Alain’s hand.
"He is so beautiful," I say, and Fabrice smiles and agrees, kissing me on the side of the head before doing the same to our son. We are hungry, and the wedding planner is on her way so we want to eat something quickly.
We made a last-minute decision to visit the jail, and we had to hurry to avoid missing the visit hours. We are exhausted, too. With the baby and the wedding only a week away, things have been hectic, even though have plenty of help.
Fabrice wanted us to get married a month after we got
