IT FEELS LIKE A WEDDING AND A FUNERALNora is standing on the balcony of the penthouse alone and she's watching the sun begin to set over the city and she's feeling something shift inside her chest, something that's too complex to name and too heavy to ignore. The weight isn't pain exactly, though there's pain woven through it. The weight isn't joy exactly, though there's joy threaded inside it too. It feels like both things at once, like standing at the threshold between the woman she was and the woman she's becoming, and she's understanding that transformation always feels like loss before it feels like gain.She's thinking about everything that happened at the family estate, about signing documents that legally bind her to the Caldwell name, about becoming an heir instead of just a girlfriend, about the way his mother embraced her like she was finally, genuinely, one of them. Those moments felt like a wedding. They felt like celebration and acceptance and belonging. They felt like
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