LAST CHAPTER TWO MONTHS LASTERON THEIR WEDDING DAYThe air was thick with the scent of white roses and orange blossoms, a delicate, hopeful perfume that finally managed to eclipse the stale, metallic smell of old secrets and conflict. Grace stood before a floor-to-ceiling arched window, the Italian sun streaming through the sheer curtains, turning the room into a soft, golden blur.Two months. Two months of silence, therapy, honest confessions, and painstaking rebuilding had led her here.Her dress was simple, ivory silk that flowed like water, a deliberate choice over the extravagant gown Silvano's world might have demanded. She didn't want a show of power; she wanted a vow of love. Between the both of them.The door opened, and her mother, Anastasia, stepped in. She didn't rush. She just stood there, her eyes shining with a mix of joy and the quiet, deep understanding that only a mother can have.“You look beautiful, my Grace,” her mother whispered, finally crossing the room to
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