ISABELLA’S P.O.V.
I wanted a big wedding. Not because I had a ton of friends or because I even thought I was going to get married but because my father told me stories about his wedding with my mother. He told me how they wanted a large wedding but because of my mother’s family, they couldn’t. The first day he told me that story, I decided that I was going to have a big wedding just so that he could live vicariously through me.
I was beginning to rethink that decision because I was hyperventilating. Lorenzo had planned every inch of the wedding. The only thing I had control over was my wedding dress and even with that, I couldn’t bring myself to care. It was a beautiful ivory dress that gripped my curves like a second skin and showed enough of my body to give my dead a heart attack from
