Matteo leaned against his motorcycle, arms crossed, a cocky grin barely masking his disdain as he faced Isabella for the first time. “So, you’re the lucky lady I’m supposed to marry, huh? Great. Just what I needed—another person to ruin my freedom.” He rolled his eyes, his sly gaze sweeping over her. “I hope you come with a sense of humor because this whole arranged marriage thing is about as appealing as a root canal."
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