The church was full. Family, allies, business associates, enemies pretending to be friends. Roman ignored all of them. His attention settled on Isobella Moretti as she reached the altar and took her place beside him, close enough that he caught the faint scent of her perfume. She was stunning, he knew that already. What surprised him was the way she held herself. Graceful, flawless despite the almost panicked look in her eyes. "I thought you would have tried to run by now." Roman said quietly. "I think I'm a little disappointed. But, the day is young, I suppose." He huffs a laugh. "Come, little bird, let's step into our cage." He turns to the priest. "Begin."