Ryan’s POVThe morning light spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, painting the living room in gold. I watched Celeste shift through the paperwork on the dining table, Molly’s little feet padding around us, and I couldn’t help the swell of something deep and quiet inside me.“Okay, I think we have everything,” Celeste said, exhaling and tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She looked up at me, and for a moment, just like that, the chaos of the past months, the press, the mergers, exposing my father, rebuilding Rosemary Atelier, felt miles away. It was just us, and Molly, and the life we’d chosen.I stood behind her, resting a hand on her shoulder, letting her feel the grounding weight of my presence.“Are you ready for this?” I asked softly.She smiled, but it wasn’t the casual smile she sometimes wore in public. This one was layered, determined, tender, almost reverent.“I’m ready. She’s ready. And I’ve never been more certain of anything.”I nodded,
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