“I thought… I thought maybe it was the last thing I needed to let go of… for our spark.”
My eyes opened with the realization.
“Marco was my first…everything,Liam. When I caught him with Gina, there was no real goodbye. We’ve been taking all the special things Marco and I shared away from him. To give to you. The bookstore, the lunch notes… even the bowling alley. I realized I needed to take my attraction back too. My spark.”
Blushing, she whispered, “The only way I could do that was to kiss him.”
The pain in my heart eased.
“To say goodbye.”
Isabella nodded.
“After I kissed him, I knew. I knew that it worked. Liam, I know we both said we’d cry uncle after last night, but I never would have meant it. From the moment I met you, something in me changed. Neither of our hearts might have been ready, but they knew. They knew we were meant to be.”
Our faces were both red and puffy from crying, but nothing on this earth was going to stop me from kissing her at that moment. Guiding her down to me, I pressed a kiss to her lips, and the world was perfect again. I would love Isabella forever.
When we both needed to catch our breath, I released her and whispered the words I had looked up after our first day together.
“Ti amo,Isabella.”
A smile came to her face.
“Ti amo di più,Liam.”
Chapter 28
Week12–Saturday
Isabella
It had been an emotional week. Yesterday marked the one-year anniversary of Sarah’s death. Liam and I went to the cemetery to leave flowers and thank her for leading us to each other. It had been difficult for Liam, but I know it helped him. He had healed and today was going to be our first official date as a couple.
“You look beautiful, Isabella.”
I turned to my father and smiled.
“Thank you, Papa. I feel beautiful.”
He reached out to me and I hurried into his arm for a hug.
“I’ve never seen you so happy. This boy Liam, he’s special.”
Pushing back tears, I nodded. I didn’t want tonight to be full of emotions, even though it seemed impossible now. With Liam, it was hard not to feel a million emotions at once.
“Yes, Papa. He…understands me.”
“Si. He loves you.”
Nodding, I whispered, “I love him too.”
My father pulled away; his eyes were teary, but he smiled.
“You know, when I met your mother, we were so young. People kept telling us that we would never last. That it was impossible to find the right person at our age.”
Surprised, I looked at him. He cupped my face.
“Don’t let anyone tell you that how you feel is wrong, my Isabella. You let your heart guide you. No one can decide when you find your true love except you.”
