Chapter 81

Magnus had always imagined Isadora would look stunning in a wedding dress.

But when he finally saw her, he realized that words fell utterly short.

Nothing could capture the shock that thundered through him.

She stood draped in delicate, gauzy layers, the immaculate gown enveloping her with an almost otherworldly radiance.

Underneath the bright lights, she seemed gilded in gold, every angle of her aglow.

It was the kind of beauty that felt unreal-like an angel had descended from some far-off heaven, pure and untouchable.

Magnus felt an awe so deep he was almost afraid to approach, fearful he might taint something sacred.

And then it struck him—this breathtaking woman was about to become his wife.

For once, the ice in his expression softened.

Isadora's own face was unreadable as she watched Magnus approach.

Lily, the bridal consultant, chimed in, "Miss Vaughan, this dress isn't usually worn with a shawl. Would you like me to take it off? That way you can really see the silhouette."

Isadora didn't move.

Lily gently slipped the

neck was exposed, graceful

base of her throat and along

was obvious what

a grown woman. She knew these weren't bruises. They were... love

blush crept

two

Wainwright doesn't hold

gave an awkward

wonderful connection. Why don't you take

but when he saw the marks on Isadora's snowy skin- so obvious, so intimate he

stared, transfixed

He'd never touched her.

could she possibly

the hell is

lips curled in a sardonic

a hickey before?" she

the violence in

the verge

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