Chapter 89 In The Shadow Of Legacy

• Eventually, he relented.
• Adam Levi, once so firm in his resolve, stood before a mirror in a black suit that fit him too well. It wasn’t new. He hadn’t bothered with a custom tailoring for the occasion. What did it matter? Nothing about this day belonged to him—not really.
• Downstairs, the mansion pulsed with the sound of soft piano music, played by a hired musician Lili insisted on. She had a taste—refined, elegant, precise. She had orchestrated every detail of the wedding with the efficiency of someone born into this world, raised to carry it on her back.