The De Rossi estate had never looked so alive. The gardens, usually silent under heavy guard, had been transformed into a vision out of a dream. Ivory roses draped over marble arches, golden lanterns dangled from the olive trees, and the air smelled faintly of jasmine carried on the summer breeze.Guests filled the seats—politicians, business magnates, allies, and family—all dressed in their finest. Musicians played softly, their violins weaving through the air as the bridal procession prepared to begin.At the altar, Luca stood like a figure carved from marble, black suit tailored to perfection, a quiet storm behind his eyes. For all his battles, his victories, and his scars, nothing had ever made his heart pound like waiting for Emilia to appear. Marco, standing at his side as best man, leaned slightly and muttered with a half-smirk, “Breathe, cousin. You look like you’re about to go to war.”Luca didn’t answer. He couldn’t. Because then—she appeared.Emilia stepped into the aisle,
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