Chapter 9 - DAWN OVER THE CHICAGO MANSIONThe morning sun washed the Blackwell-Davis estate in golden light, making the sprawling manicured lawns and towering stone pillars look peaceful and bright.
Inside the grand dining room, the atmosphere was entirely different from the night before.
There were no glittering chandeliers casting cold shadows, no terrified guests, and no arrogant fiancées standing at the head of the table.
Instead, the table was filled with laughter, fresh pastries, and bright yellow roses.
Lucy sat in her proper place right beside her father—not pushed away, not hidden, but cherished and protected. And sitting directly across from her, holding her small hand and laughing through tears of joy, was her mother, Clara.
I stood near the arched doorway, holding a fresh cup of coffee, watching the scene unfold with a deep, peaceful warmth in my chest.
Luca looked up, caught my eye across the room, and raised his coffee mug in a silent toast of gratitude.
I smiled back, raising my own cup in response.
The storm had finally passed. The lies had been washed away, and the darkness that once haunted the Moretti mansion had been replaced by the enduring, unbreakable light of a real family.
They lived, fiercely, faithfully, and completely, happily ever after.
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