Chapter 242

İsabella’s POV

For a long moment, I simply stared at the small velvet box resting in my hands.

It was surprisingly light, too light to carry everything it suddenly seemed to represent.

I looked back up at Dominic. “What is it?”

Instead of answering, he took one careful step closer. “May I?”

I nodded.

Without another word, he gently took the box back from me, his fingers steady, but only just.