Chapter 14 - Bloodline Restored and the Final Reckoning
On a sunlit Sunday afternoon, the grand gardens of the Moretti estate were filled with white roses, crystal arches, and hundreds of guests from across the country.
Teresa Moretti sat in the front row, wearing a magnificent lavender gown, wiping away tears of pure joy with a silk handkerchief.
At the altar beneath the ancient oak tree stood Luca Moretti in a bespoke black tuxedo, his eyes locked onto the stone pathway.
The music swelled into a majestic waltz.
Emma appeared at the end of the aisle, accompanied by the gentle breeze carrying the scent of blooming jasmine.
She was breathtaking.
Her custom-designed ivory lace gown hugged her lush, regal curves with majestic elegance, trailing into a magnificent six-foot royal train. Around her neck, gleaming brightly in the afternoon sun, was the silver swallow pendant.
As she reached the altar, Luca took her hand, his eyes shining with unshed tears of pure love.
“You look like an angel, Carter,” Luca whispered.
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“Try to keep your composure, Moretti,” Emma whispered back with a radiant smile. “You’re making a scene.”
“I’ll make a scene every day for the rest of our lives.”
