The moment the ring slid perfectly onto Mich’s finger, Kyra and Damon rushed out from the shadows of the palm trees, popping a bottle of champagne that sprayed into the twilight air amidst ecstatic cheers and laughter. Kyra threw her arms around Mich, sobbing with pure joy, while Damon clapped Zane firmly on the back, both of them sharing a look of profound relief and victory. They had witnessed every ounce of pain, every wrong timing, and every sacrifice their best friends had endured. To see them here, under the open sky, was the ultimate reward. They spent the rest of the night huddled around a small beach bonfire, barefoot in the sand, sharing stories and drinking wine as the music faded into the gentle rush of the tide. For the first time in their lives, there was no looming corporate threat, no media scandal to fix, and no fear of what tomorrow would bring. Later that night, after Kyra and Damon had headed back to the main resort, the beach fell into a serene, blissf
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