Chapter 15 - The Blue Star on the Wedding Bouquet and the Promise That Made Us a Family
Six months later, the autumn leaves were turning amber and gold across the sprawling lawns of the Moretti estate.
There were no media trucks at the gates. No forced political alliances. No fake champagne toasts or hidden cameras in the pantry.
Just a small, beautiful garden wedding under a white floral canopy surrounded by the people who mattered most.
I walked down the stone aisle in a simple, elegant ivory lace gown, my bouquet tied tightly with a weathered white ribbon featuring a peeling little blue star near the stems.
Waiting for me at the altar was Luca, looking handsome and completely at peace in his tailored black suit, with Noah standing proudly beside him holding the velvet ring pillow.
As I reached the altar, Luca took my hands in his, his dark eyes shining with a depth of love I never knew existed.
And as the minister pronounced us husband and wife, Noah stepped forward, tugged gently on the hem of my gown, and whispered loud enough for the entire garden to hear:
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"You can stop holding your breath now, Miss Hannah. We're finally home."
**THE END.**
