The wedding was small.Dante wanted a spectacle—"Every family in the city needs to see"—but I refused."No. This is ours. Not theirs."We compromised on the Velasco estate's private chapel. Twenty guests. No press. No photographs.Marco stood as Dante's best man. I walked myself down the aisle.When I reached the altar, Dante leaned close. "No father to give you away?""I gave myself away years ago. You just finally caught up."The ceremony was short. The kiss was not.Afterward, at the reception, Marco made a toast."To Serafina and Dante. Proof that even the most stubborn people can figure it out eventually, as long as they're equally terrifying."Everyone laughed. I threw a bread roll at his head.Later, on the balcony overlooking the estate's gardens, Dante wrapped his arms around me from behind."So. What now?""Now we go on a honeymoon. Somewhere without cell service.""Tempting. But I meant long-term."I turned in his arms. "Long-term? We build something new. A family that doesn
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