Morning light streamed through the windows and onto the bed.I woke up in Lucas's arms.His arm was wrapped around me, his breathing steady and warm.It was the best night's sleep I'd had in five years."You're awake?" His voice was a low rasp in my ear."Mmm," I turned to face him.The morning sun cast soft shadows on his face. Those deep, dark eyes were watching me with pure affection."Sleep well?" he asked, stroking my hair."Very well."He kissed my forehead."What's the plan for today?" I asked."Your family wants to see you. I had them blocked from the church, but they're trying again," he said, his tone grudging. "They booked a private room at the hotel."My mood soured instantly.The Rossi family.The family that cast me out, that watched coldly as I was exiled.Noon.The top-floor private room of New York's most luxurious hotel.My father, Vincent Rossi, sat at the head of the table, surrounded by my stepmother and a few cousins.They were all in their best clothes, fake smil
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