She Stole My Fiancé So I Married The Prince Chapter 10
I threw the letter into the fireplace.
When I tried on the coats, I discovered they were both made to Isabella’s size.
My shoulders were broader, my arms longer. I could only pull the zipper halfway up.
It was just like my mother’s concern.
She only remembered me because of Isabella, so every expression of care fit me as poorly as those coats.
Prince Rowan saw my disappointment.
He ripped open the side seams, found some windproof fabric in a matching color, and clumsily stitched the coats wider.
“If clothes don’t fit, you alter them.”
“If people don’t fit, you replace them.”
He looked up at me, speaking as calmly as if it were the simplest fact in the world.
And for the first time, I truly looked into his eyes.
The wedding date Isabella had chosen really was an auspicious one.
Grandma Maeve and I spent a long time making a simple white dress that actually fit me.
That day, with the Stonehaven Pack Council as our witness, Prince Rowan and I registered as voluntary partners.
There were no royal guests and no capital media.
The community restaurant held only three tables, filled with our neighbors, the border soldiers, and my coworkers from the horse farm.
At the end of the ceremony, I met Prince Rowan’s smiling eyes.