ISABELLA

ISABELLA

My smile cracked again for the umpteenth time but I maintained it. They wanted me to smile and I was going to.

It was my wedding day after all.

My father was standing with Agosti and they appeared in serious conversation. I did not doubt that it was about me.

Agosti looked furious

What do I care? I asked myself.

I was now officially the wife of his son.

I could hardly feel the sting where I had been hit. Audrey had done a great job of covering it with makeup and so to everyone who was at the wedding, I was a beautiful and happy bride.

“Are you okay, my love?” I heard Luca’s voice behind me.

He grabbed my arm, drawing me closer to him and I was repulsed at the alcohol I could smell on his breath.

“I am fine” I muttered, trying to free myself from his grasp.

“Did you think about what I said?” He asked, whsipering into my ears.

“What are you talking about?”

His fingers tightened around my arm and I tried not to wince at the pain that shot up my spine.

“You are here on your weddi