"You looked beautiful tonight, Mon Amour. I missed you badly,"
Of all the thoughts swirling inside her head and the things she wanted to ask and seek an answer for, Isabella was mute the whole time. She never moved an inch, and so did he. They’re both trapped staring into each other's eyes, perhaps searching for something buried deeply.
Nicholas’ word still rings in her ears, and she’s unlikely to feel a pang of pain instead of happiness. She had waited for this moment for them—months, hectic days, nights even. But why does she stand watching him as if he was a stranger?
"Please...say something. I've put lots of courage to make it here on time." And that's the voice she’d wanted to hear all this time.
"You think you're here on time...but you're not," Isabella stated, barely breathing f
