Isabella's point of view
The corridors felt endless as I followed Bruno down the hallway. He initially said no priest and no vows. But now he says the priest awaits us. I was wearing a simple flowery dress, nothing compared to the gown I wore during my previous wedding and nothing close to the one I once imagined back when love felt possible.
Every step I took was like a step away from Diego and a step toward the one who owned me now. Bruno is much colder than Diego, he’s like the upgraded version of him. He kept walking, he didn’t slow down, and he didn’t look back.
Grief couldn’t be the reason he stiffens his shoulders, it had to be his cruelty. We stopped in front of two large doors, he finally turned around to look at me with his cold eyes.
“Let’s do this quick,” he said.
“Bruno…
