Chapter 48 Her Answer

The garden was quiet, kissed by the golden hush of early morning light. Dew clung to the petals of the roses, and a soft breeze carried the scent of lavender and earth. Isabella stood beneath the old willow tree—the same place where so many moments had brought her closer to the man she once feared, now loved. In her hand was the velvet box Damian had given her the night before, nestled in his desk like a secret waiting to breathe. A single ring inside, simple and elegant, catching the light like a promise.