The wedding was supposed to be quiet. Just the two of them, a justice of the peace, and a view of the Hudson River that shimmered like a promise.
But nothing about Ava Leo's life was quiet anymore.
Not when the headlines still screamed about Sophia Drake's arrest.
Not when every major network scrambled for an exclusive interview with the woman who had taken down Manhattan's most ruthless heiress.
And certainly not when her real name, Cambria Vale, was about to be dragged into the light.
Still, in the suite overlooking the city she once fled from, Ava stood before a mirror in a simple ivory dress, hair in soft waves, makeup light but flawless. Her heart pounded in her chest, not from fear but from truth. For the first time in years, she was about to do something not for revenge. Not for justice. But for love.
Elara leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes warm with mischief.
"You look like a woman about to make history," she said.
