Chapter 10 - Dawn Over Rossi Manor
Three months later, the snow was falling softly over the manicured lawns of Rossi Manor.
The bullet fragments had finally been safely removed during a successful follow-up surgery at a private clinic in Switzerland, leaving behind only faint silver scars and a profound, unshakable sense of peace.
My mother, fully recovered and living in a gorgeous estate just twenty minutes away, visited us every Sunday for dinner, laughing as she listened to Isabella recount stories of Dominic’s stubborn childhood.
I stood by the grand arched window of the master bedroom, holding a warm cup of coffee, watching the winter sun rise over the Westchester pines. The sky was painted in brilliant shades of amber, gold, and soft violet.
Strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind, and a familiar chin rested gently on my shoulder. Dominic pressed a soft, lingering kiss against the side of my neck.
“What are you thinking about?” he whispered.
I smiled, leaning back against his solid frame, my left hand resting comfortably over his where it crossed my stomach, the heavy gold ring shining brightly in the morning light.
“I was just thinking,” I murmured, turning around in his arms to look up into his dark, devoted eyes, “that dropping that champagne tray was the best mistake I ever made.”
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Dominic smiled—a rare, gentle, completely unguarded smile reserved only for me—and pulled me down into a long, deep kiss that swept away every shadow of the past.
We had survived the blood, the bullets, and the war. And from this morning on, there was nothing left ahead of us except the rest of our lives.
