"You’re late for lunch."I looked up from my laptop, the bustling sounds of the Milanese cafe fading as Sera slid into the chair opposite me. She looked radiant, her skin glowing under the Italian sun, a contrast to the sleek, professional edge of her blazer. We had been married for exactly seven days, and we weren't on a tropical beach or a secluded island. We were in Milan. We had work to do, a foundation project to launch, and a life to build. This wasn't a getaway; it was our new ordinary. For the first time in my life, I realized that the ordinary was the entire point.We spent the morning apart, a rhythm we had established quickly. I worked from various cafes, managing the Knight empire from a distance, while she handled the European foundation project with a ferocity that made my heart ache with pride. We met at a small, family-owned trattoria for lunch, the smell of garlic and fresh pasta filling the air. We talked about logistics, about the people she’d met, and about the bu
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