Andrew flipped through the photo album, turning each page slowly.

Isabella's photos were all included, from her birth to when she was two years old, with almost daily pictures taken. She had indeed been raised like a little princess, always delicate and beautiful. Looking through the photos felt like watching a doll grow into a Barbie princess.

"Well, my dear little wife, you were always pretty," Andrew remarked as he closed the album.

"Of course," Isabella replied, tilting her chin up without a hint of modesty.

"Andrew, I don't think I've seen your childhood photos either," she added.

"I didn't take many photos when I was little. There are a...