CHAPTER FOUR HUNDRED AND TWENTY TWO – WEDDING SCANDAL

As they continued to brainstorm ideas, their food arrived. They fell into a comfortable rhythm of eating, drinking, and planning their future together. Jasmine felt a warmth spreading through her that had nothing to do with the wine. "Marco," she said softly, "I love you. Thank you for this perfect evening." Marco leaned in for a kiss. "I love you too, Jas. More than anything." Just as their lips were about to meet, a shrill voice cut through the romantic atmosphere. "Marco? Marco Cesaro, is that you?" Jasmine pulled back, startled. A striking woman with long dark hair and a skin-tight dress was approaching their table, her eyes fixed on Marco. Marco's face paled. "Isabella? What are you doing here?" The woman—Isabella—ignored Jasmine completely, focusing solely on Marco. "I've been trying to reach you for weeks. We need to talk." Jasmine looked between Marco and Isabella, confusion and a growing sense of dread filling her. "Marco? Who is this?" Marco cleared his throat uncomf