Epilogue
EPILOGUE
ISABELLE
A s I sipped my coffee on the terrace, I gazed out at the sparkling Mediterranean. I was still getting used to being a newlywed, but every day with Vincenzo felt like a dream come true.
My days had fallen into a blissful rhythm. I spent my mornings writing, my words flowing effortlessly as I drew inspiration from the beauty of the city I lived in. I loved watching the sunlight dance across the pages of my notebook, and the way the sea breeze carried the scent of citrus and jasmine.
In the evenings, I joined Vincenzo at important events, wine tastings, charity galas, and cultural festivals. Some were for the Cupola and some were regular events of the city. I loved seeing him in his element, his passion for his work and his community was evident in every detail. I also got quite used to being on his arm, feeling like a queen in my own right.
Together, we explored the city’s hidden treasures, secluded beaches, ancient ruins, and quaint villages. We laughed, loved, and lived life to the fullest. Every moment with him was a gift, and I cherished every second.
One evening, as we strolled through the cobblestone streets, Vincenzo turned to me, "I'm so proud of the woman you are… talented, elegant, and kind. You light up my world. I cannot imagine what my life would be like if you hadn't opened my bag when we first met,” he said.
My heart fluttered at the sudden compliment, and I replied.
“You make every day with you special. It feels strange, knowing that that part of our story is over.” I said, although I knew I wouldn't miss the uncertainty and danger that plagued us at the beginning.
“Every end is a new beginning, Isabelle.” He responded, as he held my hand and pulled me close. I fell into his arms and laid my head on his shoulder.
“I know. And I'm excited to see what comes next.”