Chương 10 - The Unbroken Glass
Six months later, the grand ballroom of the Plaza Hotel was booked for a private event.
There were no politicians. No corporate stooges. No nervous councilmen sweating through their collars. Just family, close friends, and a room filled with the warm, golden glow of a thousand candles.
Evelyn Harper—now Evelyn Moretti—stood in front of the tall mirrors in the bridal suite, adjusting the high lace collar of her custom silk wedding gown. Her hands were steady. Her reflection looked calm, radiant, and entirely at peace.
Of course, because she was Evelyn, there was always room for tradition.
As she turned to pick up her bouquet of white roses and deep red peonies, her elbow caught the edge of a crystal water pitcher sitting on the vanity table.
The pitcher tipped. Water spilled across the polished wooden surface, rushing toward the edge like a miniature waterfall.
Evelyn reacted on pure instinct. With a lightning-fast swoop that would have made a professional ninja proud, she snatched the water glass out of the air before it hit the floor, catching it with zero spills, zero disasters, and absolute, flawless grace.
She blinked at the glass in her hand, utterly stunned by her own unexpected coordination.
The door opened behind her. Dante walked in, dressed in a sharp, immaculate black tuxedo—with no red wine stains in sight. He stopped, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, a slow, amused smile curving his lips.
"Did you just catch a falling glass without spilling a single drop?" Dante asked, raising an eyebrow.
Evelyn looked at the glass, then up at her husband, a triumphant grin spreading across her face.
"I told you," Evelyn said, walking over to him and wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his lips. "I’m full of surprises."
Dante wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him, his eyes shining with a deep, unwavering love. "Good. Because we have a lifetime of balance ahead of us."
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Downstairs, the string quartet began to play. The music drifted up through the marble halls of the Plaza—soft, sweet, and entirely uninterrupted. And as Dante led his new wife out toward the grand staircase, Evelyn didn't trip once.
For the first time in her life, she didn't need to look down at her feet. She was standing right where she belonged.
