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 92
Later that week, the family gathered at Max’s magnificent estate near Florence for a joyous weekend celebration. The sprawling gardens echoed with the bright, high-pitched laughter of Max’s twin daughters as they chased each other across the manicured lawns. Elena sat beneath a shaded pergola, a serene smile gracing her lips as she watched Dominic scoop up one of the toddlers, his silver hair catching the sunlight as he spun her around. The darkness of Boston, the blood of New York, and the threats of Geneva felt like an entirely different lifetime, replaced by the warm, unbroken sunshine of a hard-won peace.
