Chapter 193 ONE-HUNDRED AND NINETY-THREE

•A week later•

Isabelle stood before the mirror, her fingers trembling as Sophia fastened the last clasp of the dress.

“Breathe,” Sophia whispered, stepping back to admire her work. “He’s still the same man you're in love with. And if he doesn't collapse when he sets his eyes on you, bets on h...

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