The wedding was just three days away.
And the media was already buzzing with headlines:
"Adrian Carter to Marry Socialite Emily Bennett in Lavish Ceremony"
"The Carter-Bennett Wedding: Who Will Attend?"
"Will Adrian's Ex-Wife Appear?"
Isabella was the storm behind the silence.
Inside a luxurious penthouse suite, Luna helped zip up the dress Isabella had chosen—a custom-made, jet-black gown with a high slit and a neckline that was bold, fierce, and unapologetically powerful.
"Damn," Luna breathed. "You don't look like you're attending your ex's wedding… you look like you're about to steal the entire damn show."
Isabella's lips curved in satisfaction as she turned to the mirror.
The woman reflected back wasn't the broken ex-wife the world remembered. She was elegance wrapped in danger. Grace cloaked in vengeance. She was reborn.
"Let them have their white roses and fairytales," Isabella said calmly. "I'll be the storm they never expected."
Luna handed her a thin velvet box. "From the Vault. One-of-a-kind earrings from the Valentino legacy collection. These were meant for red carpets."
Isabella clipped them on. "Today, their wedding is my red carpet."
Outside, photographers were already gathered, waiting to snap photos of celebrities arriving. No one knew she was coming.
But when her limousine pulled up to the venue…
The cameras would explode.