I heard the soft footsteps coming down the stairs before I even saw her. I was sitting on the living room sofa with Giulia nestled beside me, her little fingers intertwined with mine, while the television played some cartoon she wasn't really paying attention to.
When I looked up, there she was.
Isabella.
A light blue dress, flowing, almost floating around her body. Hair loose over her shoulders, a calm glow in her eyes. Beautiful — not the kind that tries hard to impress, but the kind of beauty that soothes the soul. She smiled when she saw us, and my chest warmed.
"I'm ready," she said, discreetly adjusting the strap of her dress.
"Wow," Giulia whispered before I could say anything. "Isa… you look like a princess."
Isabella crouched down beside her and gently touched the little one
