Chapter 78 The Hour Has Finally Come

• The sunlight filtered through the delicate curtains gently illuminates the room, tinting it with golden hues. It has been almost two weeks since I visited La Tempesta headquarters.
• Beside me, Matteo sleeps peacefully; the soft features of his face seem even more serene while he rests. I watch him for a moment, allowing myself to be enveloped by the serenity of his expression. His dark, slightly tousled hair, his calm and rhythmic breathing... It is in these small things that I find the peace I so desperately seek amidst the chaos.
• "This way, I'll get spoiled," my husband whispers, still with his eyes closed. As he opens them, a smile lights up his face.