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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.

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