Chapter 74 Vows And Violence

• The church was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, the air thick with the scent of fresh roses and the quiet murmur of guests.
• Lily stood at the entrance, her heart hammering as she gripped the small bouquet of white lilies and soft pink roses—flowers she had chosen herself from the very shop where she once worked. The delicate lace of her veil framed her face, and as she took a deep breath, she felt an odd sense of calm settle over her.
• Giovanni stood at the altar, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, a rare smile tugging at his lips as he watched her. His dark eyes softened, melting away the sharp edges of the man feared by so many. In this moment, he wasn’t the ruthless mafia boss. He was just hers.