Chapter 10 - The Horizon Ahead
Six months later.
The grand ballroom of Crescent Harbor Manor was once again filled with the soft hum of string music, the clink of crystal glasses, and the laughter of close friends and family.
There were no corrupt attorneys, no hostile syndicate bosses, and no hidden agendas.
At the head table, dressed in a simple, elegant ivory lace gown that caught the warm light of the chandeliers, Elena Ramirez laughed as Adrian whispered something in her ear that made her cheeks flush with color.
She wasn't holding a silver catering tray tonight. She wasn't trying to remain invisible.
Across the room, Lucia smiled brightly as she raised a glass of sparkling cider to toast the bride and groom, while Marcus and Silas stood near the double doors, watching over the celebration with quiet, proud satisfaction.
Adrian stood up, taking Elena’s hand in his, lifting her fingers to press a tender kiss against the back of her palm—right over the spot where the old, scratched silver bracelet had once rested.
“You still haven't told me,” Adrian murmured with a playful smirk, “why a smart woman like you ever agreed to marry a terrifying mob boss.”
Elena smiled, her stormy gray eyes sparkling with love and absolute confidence.
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“Because out of all the people in New York, Mr. Moretti,” Elena whispered, leaning in close, “you were the only one brave enough to sit down next to me.”
Adrian pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply as the ballroom erupted into applause, leaving the shadows of the past far behind them, bathed in the brilliant, unshakeable light of their future.
