Leonardo stood near the railing, the sea breeze tugging lightly at the hem of his suit jacket as he listened to the photographer explain the next sequence.
He gave a small nod, eyes half-lidded, mind half on the words until a quiet shuffle of footsteps caught his ear.
He turned his head slightly.
And there she was.
Bella stepped onto the deck with two women trailing behind her, carefully helping her lift the delicate train of her gown so it wouldn't brush the floor. The soft sunlight hit her veil first, turning the sheer fabric into a halo of white around her face. Her hair framed her cheeks in gentle curls, and the faint breeze made the lace along her sleeves flutter like tiny wings.
She looked breathtaking—like a fairytale girl stepping right out of a dream, so soft yet so dazzling it made the bright sea look dull behind her.
Leonardo's breath caught in his throat for just half a heartbeat.
But his face—his face stayed perfectly still.
