"Darling, you look absolutely stunning today," Sophia gently touched Isabella's gown while keeping her gaze soft. "If your father could see you like this today, he'd be overjoyed, I'm sure."
As Sophia spoke, she couldn't help but wipe away a tear. She was currently immersed in mixed emotions, a blend of happiness and sadness.
How did things end up like this? Isabella looked at herself in the mirror. The makeup artist had done an excellent job of hiding her swollen, red eyes, a result of frequent secret tears in recent times.
Isabella felt like she had been living a dream these past few days. It had all passed by in the blink of an eye. Every night, she'd cry silently under her blanket, especially last night. She had cried so hard that she needed medication to even make it to today.
She had taken her meds earlier in the day, as she might encounter Chloe at the wedding, and her dosage might end up excessive.
She hoped that Chloe's absence meant she couldn't attend, as contacting Isabella in this manner wasn't typical of her. She didn't want her to show up, as it could spell disaster.
The courage she had mustered to deal with Chloe had nearly been exhausted due to these consecutive blows.
"Isabella, today is your wedding day; try to smile a little," Sophia affectionately stroked Isabella's hair and spoke softly.
Isabella looked at Sophia and replied, "Mom, I can't smile. I don't like Clark. Right now, I feel like I'm just a commodity being traded."
"Shh," Sophia immediately hushed Isabella, preventing her from continuing. "Clark is a very gentle man. I believe that you will be happy with him."
But Isabella couldn't make herself feel happier. She hated her appearance, being dressed up like a doll, with heavy makeup, thick mascara, and sparkling lipstick. Even her hair was curled into large waves.
She was beautiful, delicate, and fragile, but she was also filled with sadness.
She wished to escape from the wedding venue immediately. This dreadful place was making her stomach cramp.
"Today, there will be many guests at the wedding, including Clark's friends and family, Leo, and Emanuele. Darling, try to put on a good show and think about us," Sophia said.
Upon hearing Sophia's words, Isabella felt even more shattered. Think about them? But had they ever thought about her?
If they made her marry someone she didn't like, it would be better for her to die right now.
Isabella suddenly realized that during this period, she had constantly made sacrifices for Sophia. Yet, Sophia had never thought about her.
In the end, Sophia covered Isabella's face with a veil, concealing her emotions.
Then, Isabella was led through the corridor, stopping in front of a closed door. Happy, cheerful music filled the air around her, but Isabella's heart grew heavier.
She felt like crying again.
Soon, the door opened, revealing the aisle leading to the groom.
Watching Clark in the distance, Isabella felt her legs growing weak. Nevertheless, she had to be led down the red carpet by Sophia and move towards Clark.
Surrounded by guests, some whispered to each other. Even though Isabella couldn't hear what they were saying, she had to hold her head high, giving herself a more poised appearance. She knew that Emanuele must be seated somewhere down there. She could imagine how satisfied he would be when he saw her marrying Clark, considering himself the game's winner, easily having her under his control.
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