The morning light was soft and golden, filtering through the lace curtains of the bedroom. Elena stood before the full-length mirror, a ghost in her own reflection. The woman staring back was not the hollow-eyed, broken thing from a year ago. This woman had color in her cheeks and a light in her eyes. Her dress was simple, elegant ivory silk that clung to her form before flowing to the floor. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever worn, and as she slipped it on, she felt a surge of something she hadn't felt in a very long time: confidence. This was right. This was her new beginning.Downstairs, the garden was transforming. Guests milled about, a quiet, respectful crowd of familiar faces from the company—Adrian's employees, who were now, in a way, Roberto's. They spoke in hushed tones, their smiles genuine as they took their seats on the white chairs arranged before a simple archway of white roses and baby's breath.Roberto stood under the archway, his hands clasped in front of h
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