ISABELLE
Matteo guided me to the living room, to the corner overflowing with beautifully wrapped gifts.
My heart was already so full, I didn’t know how I could possibly take more.
But he selected a long, flat box wrapped in silver paper and held it out to me. “Open it,” he said, his voice soft.
I took the box, my hands trembling.
I unwrapped it carefully, not wanting to tear the beautiful paper, and opened the lid.
I gasped.
Inside, nestled in black velvet, was the most exquisite jewelry set I’d ever seen.
A delicate necklace with a teardrop pendant that caught the light. Matching earrings that sparkled like stars.
Simple. Elegant. Breathtaking.
“Matt,” I breathed. “These are—”
“For you,” he said. “To go with the dress.”
I touched the necklace with trembling fingers, barely ab
