Adrian’s POVI stood on the balcony of my villa in Italy, the morning sun warm on my face, but my mind was already running at full speed.Engaged.The word still felt strange, but in the best way. Elena had said yes. She was going to be my wife. After all the mistakes, the fights, the months of trying to prove myself, she had chosen me. The diamond on her finger was proof of that.I wasn’t the type to get excited easily, but today I felt it — a quiet, deep satisfaction mixed with something sharper. I wanted this wedding to be perfect for her. She deserved the grandest celebration money could buy, and I was going to give it to her.I turned and walked back inside, where Marco was already waiting with a tablet in hand.“Boss,” he said, straightening up.“Listen carefully,” I told him, voice low and firm. “The engagement party starts tomorrow. I want everything perfect. Venue, flowers, food, lighting, security — nothing less than flawless. Hire the best chefs, the best decorators. Mo
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