The wedding was intentionally small.
No media.
No investors.
No corporate alliances disguised as celebration.
Just people who chose them.
Aria stood in front of the mirror in a private countryside estate two hours outside the city. The dress was elegant but simple flowing ivory silk, soft lace sleeves, no heavy jewels.
She didn't want to look powerful.
She wanted to look peaceful.
Her hand rested gently over her stomach.
Life inside her.
Life ahead of her.
A soft knock came at the door.
Ethan stepped in before anyone could stop him.
He froze when he saw her.
Not because of the dress.
But because she looked like home.
"You weren't supposed to see me yet," she whispered.
"I've already seen you at your worst," he said quietly. "I deserve to see you at your best."
Her eyes filled instantly.
He walked toward her slowly.
"You look like the future," he murmured.
"And you look nervous."
"I am."
"Good," she smiled. "That means this matters."
Outside, the guests were gathering under white floral arches overlooking a quiet lake.
For the first time in years…
There were no enemies watching.
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