He moved closer, taking the ring from her hand and fixing his eyes to hers. ‘Do you love me?’
She nodded slowly. ‘With all my heart.’
‘I know I’m not the kind of man you intended to marry, but do you think you could—’
‘I only want to marry you.’ She rushed out the words. ‘I can’t imagine ever, ever being with another man. You’re saving me from a life of celibacy,’ she said with an upward tilt of her lips.
‘I cannot picture you as a nun.’
‘But a wife?’
‘My wife? Definitely.’
In the end, when she and Alejandro were married, Luca and Olivia by their sides, Sienna’s father’s will was the furthest thing from her mind. As were her father, her mother and the lifetime of insults she’d been made to bear.
Her heart and soul were full of her husband, their future, their promise to one another, and the certainty that she was exactly where she was meant to be. Life was good, and Sienna had every expectation that it always would be, so long as there was love, and Alejandro.