Celine POVTime moves slowly, painfully, like every minute is being pulled out of my body. I stood in front of my mirror in my room, fixing a simple black dress that still looked elegant, hugging my body. My eyes were a little red from a sleepless night, but deep inside them, something new was shining. Hope."This marriage will not be easy."The door knocked again. This time it was Michael.He walked in quietly, his eyes scanning my face like he could read every thought breaking inside me. "Ready?"I nodded, even though my hands were shaking as I held a small bag. "Is he already there?""He arrived ten minutes ago." Michael paused, then lowered his voice. "The place is heavy, Celine. Your father’s men are everywhere, and Enzo did not come alone. There is tension. You can feel it in the air."I swallowed hard. I imagined Enzo walking into that hall, his sharp eyes, his body carrying the scars of past fights, and that small smile he only ever gave me in the middle of all this chaos."Le
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