Chapter 12 - The Wedding Took Place in the Same Conservatory Where I Was Supposed to Propose to Brielle—But This Time There Was No Business DealThe same conservatory.
Same windows.
Same garden.
Different people.
Mara wore white.
The boys stood beside me.
No lawyers.
No political guests.
No secret negotiations.
Just family.
My mother watched from the back.
She wasn't forgiven completely.
But she was allowed to attend.
Mara took my hand.
“You're nervous.”
“Terrified.”
She smiled.
“Good.”
We married.
The boys cried.
I did too.
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I didn't care.
The man who once thought love was a weakness finally understood it was the strongest thing in the room.
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