Chapter 15 - The Heir to the Empire
Six months later, the spring sun bathed the grand courtyard of the Rossi estate in golden warmth. The heavy iron gates were decorated with white roses, and the sound of classical string music drifted softly across the manicured gardens.
It was a wedding unlike any the city had ever seen—a seamless blend of old-world Sicilian tradition and modern corporate elegance.
At the main altar stood Gabriel, dressed in a custom tailored black tuxedo, waiting with a rare, radiant smile. And walking down the stone aisle, draped in an exquisite gown of white lace and silk, was Tessa.
Sitting in the front row, Don Salvatore beamed with undisguised pride, leaning heavily on his silver cane, raising a glass of sparkling water in a silent toast to the woman who had saved his family and stolen his son’s heart.
As Tessa reached the altar, Gabriel took her hands in his, his dark eyes filled with absolute devotion.
“You know,” Gabriel murmured softly as the priest began to speak, “you still haven't told me what you whispered to Bruno right before the end.”
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Tessa smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she leaned in close. “I told him in pure Sicilian that nobody ever disrespects the kitchen of a good waitress.”
Gabriel laughed, pulling her close as the crowd erupted into applause, sealing their happily ever after with a kiss that echoed across the entire empire.
