I crashed my treacherous sister's luxury wedding wearing dirty medical bandages to prove I didn't die in the fire she used to steal my life.
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Chapter 107
The autumn air grew crisp, and the family hosted an intimate dinner in Rome for their closest allies. Laughter echoed off the high vaulted ceilings of a private dining hall overlooking the Colosseum. There were no toasts to past victories or warnings of future threats—only stories of children growing up, artistic triumphs, garden harvests, and plans for spring travels. It was an ordinary evening of extraordinary peace.
