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Chapter 9 - The Wedding at the Bakery

Spring arrived in the city with an explosion of white blossoms and warm sunlight.

Vance’s Sweet Treats had been closed for the day, but the interior was packed to the brim with flowers, fairy lights, and laughter. There were no syndicate bosses, no hitmen, no hidden weapons—only Dante standing awkwardly in a tuxedo acting as the best man, and three little flower girls in custom crimson dresses scattering rose petals down the aisle.

Clara walked down the makeshift aisle toward Adrien, looking breathtaking in a simple, elegant lace gown. Her eyes were bright, and her smile radiated a joy she hadn't felt since before her mother passed.

Adrien stood at the altar, his dark eyes never leaving her face. For a man who had lived his entire life in the shadows of violence and isolation, standing here in broad daylight felt like a miracle he didn't deserve.

As Clara reached him, Adrien took her hands in his. They were warm, strong, and dusted with the faintest scent of vanilla and sugar.

"I take you, Clara," Adrien said, his voice ringing clear and steady through the crowded bakery, "to be my anchor, my family, and my home. For the rest of my days."

"And I take you, Adrien," Clara replied, her voice choked with happy tears, "to be my protector, my partner, and the heart of our home."

When the minister pronounced them husband and wife, Adrien pulled Clara into a deep, passionate kiss that made the entire room erupt into cheers and applause.

Down in the front row, Lily nudged Sophie with her elbow.

"Write it down," Lily whispered sagely.

May you like

Sophie opened the pink notebook to the very last page, licked the tip of her colored pencil, and checked off the final box.

Test completed. Passed forever.

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