Chapter 13 - THE WEDDING AMONG THE BOOKS
The wedding was held on a golden autumn afternoon in the courtyard behind Maple Street Books.
There were no corrupt politicians.
No rival syndicates.
No assassins crashing the reception.
Just a small gathering of genuine friends, my supportive uncle, and a few of Daniel’s most trusted former capos who had successfully transitioned into legitimate real estate development.
I wore a simple ivory lace dress, holding a bouquet of white roses.
When the minister pronounced us husband and wife, Daniel pulled me into his arms and kissed me with a passion that made the crowd cheer and applaud.
Olivia was nowhere to be seen—she had skipped town months ago after her mortgage was called in by a very unsympathetic bank.
Jason had tried to send a congratulatory text, which Daniel kindly fed directly into a paper shredder.
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We didn't need ghosts from our past.
We only had each other, and the quiet, beautiful future we were building together.
