The day of the wedding was a study in deliberate contrast. Outside the perimeter of the St. James Mansion gardens, chaos reigned. The highly-publicized "Charity Gala"—the brilliant decoy orchestrated by Kent—had successfully drawn every camera crew, socialite, and corporate climber away from the small, significant event taking place within the mansion's walls. Inside the quiet sanctuary of the garden, a profound peace settled. The air was fragrant with simple white roses, exactly the color of hope, and the soft strains of acoustic music—played by Noah—drifted from beneath the old oak tree. There were no grand decorations, no elaborate seating arrangements, just two elegant chairs for the couple and three small benches for the rest of the family: Sylvester, Lola, Kent, and baby Gill. Benita stood in the master suite, her nerves strangely absent. Her dress was simple, elegant silk, chosen for its comfort, not its volume. She wore no excessive jewelry, letting the sapphire engagement r
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