MY BILLIONAIRE HUSBAND (Sandro Marcos)

Chapter 43: The Arrival of the Wedding Outfits

Two weeks had flown by in a blur of last-minute wedding preparations, meetings, and endless lists. The Marcos estate was buzzing with activity as the wedding day drew closer. Alexander and Isabella had been juggling their busy schedules, but today, all their planning and anticipation came to a head as the custom-made wedding outfits were finally delivered.

The morning sun was bright, and there was a palpable excitement in the air. Isabella stood in the living room, her eyes darting between her phone and the clock on the wall. She had been tracking the delivery ever since she woke up, and now the moment had arrived. The designer, known for her exquisite craftsmanship and attention to detail, had assured them that the outfits would be perfect, but Isabella couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves.

Alexander entered the room, catching the anxious look on her face. "Relax, Isa," he said with a reassuring smile. "I'm sure everything will be perfect. They're just clothes, after all."

Isabella laughed softly, shaking her head. "Easy for you to say. You're not the one who has to wear a giant dress in front of hundreds of people."

Alexander chuckled, wrapping his arms around her from behind and resting his chin on her shoulder. "You'll look stunning. I already know it. Besides, everyone's going to be too busy looking at how beautiful you are to notice the dress."

Just then, a soft knock on the door interrupted their moment, and one of the household staff announced the arrival of the designer and her team. Isabella's heart skipped a beat. This was it. The moment they had been waiting for.

The designer, a petite woman with an air of effortless elegance, walked in with her assistants, all carrying garment bags draped in protective covers. "Good morning, everyone!" she greeted with a warm smile. "I hope you're ready to see your wedding outfits."

Beatriz, who had joined them in the living room along with Rosalinda, clapped her hands in delight. "Oh, this is so exciting! I can't wait to see how everything turned out."

The designer carefully laid the garment bags on the large dining table, unzipping each one with precision. As she pulled back the covers, the room filled with soft gasps and murmurs of admiration. The wedding dress was breathtaking—a masterpiece of ivory silk and lace, with delicate beadwork that sparkled in the light. Its flowing skirt and elegant train were perfectly tailored to Isabella's measurements, exuding grace and sophistication.

Next to the dress was Alexander's suit, a sharp, custom-tailored ensemble in deep charcoal with subtle embroidery along the lapels that matched the detailing on Isabella's gown. It was the perfect blend of tradition and modern style, designed to complement Isabella's dress without overshadowing it.

Isabella stepped closer, her eyes wide with awe. "Oh my... it's beautiful," she whispered, reaching out to touch the soft fabric. She could hardly believe that this stunning creation was hers, a tangible representation of the love and commitment she was about to pledge.

The designer beamed, clearly pleased with the reaction. "I'm glad you like it. Every detail was crafted with you in mind, Isabella. I wanted something that reflected your elegance and your spirit."

Isabella turned to Alexander, who was inspecting his suit with a look of quiet satisfaction. He caught her gaze and smiled. "You're going to look incredible, Isa. I can't wait to see you walk down the aisle in this."

Liza and Vivian couldn't hide their joy, exchanging glances filled with pride and excitement. Rosalinda wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, overcome by the emotion of seeing her daughter's wedding dress for the first time.

"You look like a princess," Vivian said softly, her voice thick with emotion. "Just like I always imagined."

Liza nodded, her own eyes glistening. "This is everything we dreamed of for you two. Seeing it all come together like this... it's like watching a fairytale unfold."

The designer stepped forward, pulling out additional garments—dresses for the bridesmaids, suits for the groomsmen, and even the flower girl's adorable little dress, each piece meticulously crafted to align with the theme of the wedding. "We've also prepared the outfits for the entourage. Every piece is tailored to ensure a cohesive look, but with enough individuality to highlight everyone's unique role in your big day."

Isabella felt her heart swell as she looked at the collection of outfits, each one a symbol of the countless hours of planning, the dreams she and Alexander had shared, and the future they were about to step into together. She couldn't wait to see all their friends and family dressed up, standing by their sides as they said their vows.

The designer's assistants began helping Isabella and Alexander try on their respective outfits, making sure everything fit perfectly. As Isabella slipped into her dress, the room fell silent. The fabric hugged her figure in all the right places, the train trailing gracefully behind her. She turned to look at herself in the full-length mirror, her breath catching at the sight. It was everything she had hoped for and more.

Liza and Vivian stood behind her, their faces glowing with pride. "You're stunning, Isabella," Beatriz said softly. "Alexander won't know what hit him."

Alexander, now fully dressed in his suit, stood by the door, watching Isabella with a look of pure adoration. He walked over, his footsteps echoing softly in the room. "You're beautiful," he said simply, his voice filled with genuine awe.

Isabella blushed, her hands nervously smoothing the dress. "Thank you. And you look incredibly handsome."

They stood there, facing each other in their wedding attire, a quiet moment of realization washing over them. This was it. They were truly about to become husband and wife.

The designer, noticing the intimate exchange, smiled warmly. "I think we've captured exactly what you wanted. A union of elegance, strength, and love."

Alexander nodded, taking Isabella's hand in his. "Yes, you have. Thank you for making this day even more special."

With the outfits approved and all the final adjustments made, the designer and her team packed up, leaving the garments carefully arranged in the dressing rooms, ready for the big day. As the door closed behind them, Alexander turned to Isabella, his eyes filled with unspoken promises.

"We're almost there," he said, squeezing her hand. "Just a few more days, and it's you and me, forever."

Isabella smiled, her heart full. "I can't wait."

As they stood there, surrounded by the symbols of their impending marriage, they both knew that every challenge, every moment of doubt, and every sacrifice had led them to this point. And soon, in just a few days, they would walk down the aisle, not just as two individuals, but as partners, ready to face the world together.