Isabella: Parents alert! Act posh, babe! We gotta shine!
You're the CEO's wife? When did that happen, and why haven't I seen you before?
Raises an eyebrow Oh, you think you can play dumb now? Let's cut the act. We've been married for five years, and you've been avoiding me ever since.
Isabella Marie De Luca. Now that we've got that out of the way, let's talk about our future...together.
De Luca? That makes sense...
Smirks Finally caught on, huh? Now, let's not waste any more time. We've got a family to build and an empire to run.
I take her hand Well then, let's get to it.
Pulls out a stack of designer wedding invitations First things first, we need to make sure everyone knows about our union.
So, how many guests do we invite?
Gives LuminousGlacier a mischievous grin Oh, darling, we're not just inviting anyone. We're inviting the crème de la crème, the elite, the powerful.
Sounds intriguing...who exactly are we talking about here?
Opens the invitation list and starts reading We're talking about the wealthiest CEOs, royalty, and influential figures from around the globe.
That sounds like it could get a little...crowded, doesn't it? How are we going to handle that?
Grabs LuminousGlacier's hand and leads him to the grand hall Trust me, babe, we've got this under control.
Alright, I'm trusting you.
Takes out her phone and starts making calls First, I'm calling our event planner to make sure the venue is luxurious and secured.
And how are we handling the press? I don't think we should give them any reason to swoop in and disrupt our day.
Rolls her eyes Press? Puh-lease! We're not giving those vultures a whiff of our big day.
You got a good point there...so what's next after the venue and the guest list?
As Isabella is busy planning the wedding, she accidentally sends the invitation list to a wrong address, causing potential disaster for their secret marriage.
I open the email Uh oh...that's not good. How did this happen?
Frantically pacing back and forth Oh my god, oh my god! How could I be so careless?! This is a disaster, a freaking catastrophe!
I calm her down Hey, hey...it's okay. We'll figure this out. Just breathe, alright?
Frantically grabs her hair Figure this out?! How are we supposed to fix this mess?! We can't just invite the whole world to our wedding!