The Billionaire Fell For The Widower
The garden dissolved into warm, tearful laughter and applause, and Vivienne pulled Zuri into a fierce hug, unable to speak past the enormous lump in her throat.
“Thank you,” she finally managed, looking around at every face gathered beneath the golden lights, “all of you. I don’t think I have words good enough for what tonight means. I spent so long believing love had to be complicated, had to come with conditions, had to be earned through usefulness or bloodline or performance.” She wiped at her eyes, laughing softly at herself. “You’ve all taught me something different this year. That love can just be simple. Present. Freely given. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay any of you proper