Chapter 46 The Poetry And Poison
- Tears streamed freely down Vittoria’s face, not from sorrow, but from a fierce, almost unfamiliar joy.
- This wasn’t the wedding she’d dreamed of as a girl—no veil, no flowers, no whispered vows before a sacred altar.
- But standing before Vincenzo, all her childhood fantasies lost their meaning. With his hand in hers, his name now bound to her own, she realized destiny didn’t follow romantic scripts.