The Bride Who Chose Her Own Kingdom
There was no rush of triumph in my chest, and no pain either.
Lucas felt like a lifetime ago.
That evening, Noah came to take me to the foundation gala. He wore a dark suit and a silver microscope pin at his cuff. I had made that one later, more delicate than the pin I had burned. On the back, I had engraved new words.
Not Go where the sea wind is.
Go wherever you want to go.
He fastened my wrap and kissed the back of my hand. "Ready, Dr. Rossi?"
I looked out the window. New York opened beneath the night, the harbor lights flowing like a river of gold. The families, the engagement, the rumors, and the old love that once trapped me all felt very far away.
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