"What if I forget my vows?"
"Then you'll improvise. You're good at that."
"What if?—"
"Isabella." His voice is gentle but firm. "Stop spiraling. You're marrying the man you love. The man who came back for you when you needed him most. The man who would die for you without hesitation." He squeezes my hands. "You're going to walk down that aisle and say I do and start the rest of your life with him. And it's going to be perfect. Okay?"
I nod because I don't trust my voice.
"Good." He kisses my forehead. "Now let's get you married before Enzo decides to storm in here and drag you to the altar himself."
"He wouldn't."
"He absolutely would," Bianca says. "I've seen the way that man looks at you. He's about five minutes away from breaking down the door."
We leave the bridal suite and move through the halls of Matteo's estate—our estate, technically, since I moved back in after the wedding planning started—and I can hear music playing, guests murmuring, the low hum of two hundred people waiting for a wedding to start.
A hundred people who are about to watch me marry Enzo Bianchi.
My heart is pounding so hard I think everyone can probably hear it.
We reach the doors to the garden where the ceremony is being held and I can see through the glass. White chairs arranged in rows. Flowers everywhere. An arch at the front covered in roses and ivy. And standing under that arch?—
Enzo.
He's wearing a tux and he's talking to Rafael who's beside him as best man, and even from here I can see the way he keeps glancing toward the house, waiting for me to appear.
"Ready?" Matteo asks.
"So ready."
The doors open.
The music changes.
Everyone stands.
And I start walking.
Matteo is beside me, his arm linked with mine, keeping me steady, and I can see faces as we pass. Dante smiling. My sweet brother Luca giving me a thumbs up. Alessia and Bianca in the front row already crying.
But I'm only looking at one person.
Enzo.
He's staring at me like I'm the only thing in the world that exists, like everyone else has disappeared and it's just me and him andthis moment, and the expression on his face makes my chest tight.
Love.
Pure, undiluted, overwhelming love.
We reach the front and Matteo stops and turns to me.
"Who gives this woman to be married?" the officiant asks.
"I do," Matteo says. "With my blessing and my love."
He kisses my cheek and then puts my hand in Enzo's and steps back, and suddenly I'm standing face to face with the man I'm about to marry.
