Masuk(Author's POV)More laughter filled the room, and Stefano accepted his second penalty with a smile. He handled the embarrassment well, and the mood grew lighter. The tension caused by his late arrival slowly disappeared as everyone watched a groom who seemed willing to make a fool of himself for the woman he loved.Then Serena looked down at her phone and smiled."Last question," she said. "What is Tiziana most afraid of?"The room fell silent.Stefano looked toward the closed door where Tiziana was waiting. This time he didn't answer immediately. He wasn't joking anymore. He stood there thinking carefully before finally giving his answer.The silence that followed was completely different from the one before.Several bridesmaids looked at each other without saying a word. The night before, Serena had tested every one of them with the same question, and none of them had answered correctly. That had been the whole point. It was supposed to be the one question that only Stefano would kn
(Author's POV)"Tomorrow," Guglielmo said in a firm voice, "you will behave yourself. Stefano's wedding is a Conti family matter. No matter what you think about it, you will not cause a scene, and you will not embarrass this family."Vincenzo calmly placed a chess piece on the board before looking at his father. "And what if I do?""Then you will answer to me.""I'm not planning to embarrass anyone," Vincenzo replied as he picked up another chess piece. "That much, I can promise."Guglielmo frowned. "That doesn't make me feel any better. That's exactly the kind of thing you say before everything falls apart."Vincenzo finally looked up at him."Father, tomorrow, the person who walks out of that wedding in disgrace won't be me. I can guarantee you that."Guglielmo narrowed his eyes. "What exactly are you planning?""Nothing yet," Vincenzo answered with a shrug as he set the chess piece down and leaned back in his chair. "I'll see how things go. I'm always calm. If anyone loses control
The inside of the car fell into silence.Vincenzo didn't say a word. He simply turned toward Celeste, lowered his head, and rested his face against the curve of her neck. His breath was warm against her skin, while his hands were cool as they slid gently through her hair, brushing the strands away from her shoulder."Vincenzo," she whispered, her voice much softer than she intended.He didn't answer. Instead, his lips moved slowly along her neck with calm, deliberate patience. She felt the faint brush of his teeth against her skin, and her fingers tightened around the edge of the seat without her realizing it.He took his time, moving higher until her breathing became uneven. Every slow touch made it harder for her to think clearly. When his hand slipped beneath her chin and gently lifted her face toward him, she found that all her resistance had disappeared.Then he kissed her.Their wedding was only two days away. In just two days, this strange space between them would finally come
(Celeste Moretti's POV)Patrick immediately raised both hands as though he had accidentally said something he could not take back. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing," he said in a hurry. "I shouldn't have said anything. Just forget I mentioned it."The room became quieter, though it was not completely silent. People were still talking, glasses were still clinking together, and soft laughter could still be heard from different corners of the room. Even so, everyone felt the sudden change in the atmosphere. Whenever Vincenzo's expression turned cold like this, the mood around him always changed.I felt it too.Without saying anything, I reached for his hand where it rested on his knee. I gently pressed my fingers into his palm, giving his hand one quiet squeeze.He did not look at me, but I saw the tightness in his face slowly disappear. His jaw relaxed little by little, and the cold look in his eyes softened.He nodded toward Patrick's empty glass."Pour yourself another drink," he said cal
(Celeste Moretti's POV)Luca let out a quiet sigh before answering."Yes."Lavinia Conti stayed silent for a long time. She looked at the wedding invitation in her hands again before speaking."You should have told me."Luca shook his head."It wasn't my place to tell you."Lavinia pressed her lips together. She didn't argue with him. Instead, she quietly turned around and walked back to her bedroom.Several minutes passed.Luca remained standing in the hallway with both hands in his pockets. He avoided looking at me, and the silence between us grew heavier with every passing second.Then Lavinia returned.She was holding a small jewelry box.Without saying anything else, she held it out to Luca."I bought this for her birthday," she said. Her voice was calm, but there wasn't much emotion left in it. "It's a Cartier bracelet. Since she's getting married, she should have it as a wedding gift instead."Luca looked down at the box without reaching for it."She might not accept it.""That
(Celeste Moretti's POV)"For the wedding," Luca said quietly. "I wanted to get you something."I looked at the small box in my hands before opening it.Inside was a delicate silver bracelet. Tiny stones were set neatly along the chain, catching the light every time I moved it. It was elegant, beautifully made, and expensive enough that I knew it couldn't have been an ordinary purchase.I slowly placed it back in the box and looked at my brother. "Luca, where did you get the money for this?""I earned it."I frowned. "How?"He answered without hesitation, as though he had already prepared himself for this conversation. Over the past two years, he had been teaching himself basic programming. Nothing too advanced, just enough to handle small freelance jobs online. Whenever he had work to do, he stayed at an internet café because the connection there was much better than the one at Vittoria Crown Academy after school. He wasn't spending his evenings playing games. He had been working.I s
(Celeste Moretti’s POV) He looked up. "What is it?" "I think we should—" His phone rang. His assistant's name lit up the screen. He held up one finger and answered, already pressing his fingers to his temple as the voice on the other end escalated into obvious crisis. He snapped back at whoever
(Celeste Moretti’s POV) Stefano didn’t come home last night. Neither did Bianca. After her husband’s death, Tiziana had claimed that staying at the Conti estate brought back too many painful memories, so she’d moved into a luxury penthouse downtown. Where Stefano and Bianca had spent the night,
(Celeste Moretti’s POV) The video showed Cervinia’s snow-covered mountains in the background, picture-perfect and postcard-pretty. Bianca stood between Stefano and Tiziana, bundled in an expensive pink ski jacket I didn’t recognize. She was holding a half-eaten gelato cone, her face bright with h
(Celeste Moretti’s POV) I woke to the steady, mechanical beeping of the hospital monitors and the sharp scent of disinfectant that made my stomach twist. My head throbbed violently, every pulse reminding me of the fall. For a fleeting moment, I tried to place myself, but my mind was a haze until







