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"You're so nervous. Relax, that wolf doesn't bite."

"Yeah right, easy for you to say, you’re his wife," I shot back at Isabella with a sarcastic tone.

She was adjusting the final details of her dress in front of the mirror. A soft, melancholic smile tugged at her lips.

"Aidan wasn’t always this cold," she explained. "Some bad things happened, and he… well, he hardened his heart. I wish he'd smile the way he used to."

She added that, and I didn’t dig further.

I’ve been putting the pieces together, and apparently, they had an accident crossing portals.

The same one that caused Bella’s current condition.

"Well, I think I’m ready."

"You look beautiful," I said, gazing at her reflection in the mirror.

She really was beautiful, with pale skin and blonde hair.

Even though the layer of makeup couldn’t hide her weariness, those amethyst eyes still dazzled.

"Thank you."

She had just responded when a knock sounded at the door, and Aidan entered, bold and dressed more formally.

The dark blue