Chapter 14 - Confessions in the Quiet
One month after the warehouse rescue, the Moretti estate was bathed in the warm, golden light of early summer. The threats from rival syndicates had been permanently eradicated, and the household operated with absolute peace and loyalty.
Dante had transformed the estate's glass conservatory into a quiet, sunlit sanctuary filled with blooming orchids and comfortable seating—a place designed specifically for peaceful reflection.
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That evening, Dante led Elena into the conservatory. The room was lit by dozens of soft candles, and a small table was set with delicate dinnerware. Dante stopped before her, taking both of her hands in his. He looked down at her with a depth of love and devotion that surpassed all spoken language.
He slowly signed with his hands—imperfectly, but with absolute sincerity: Will you stay with me? Not as my maid, not as my secret keeper... but as my wife? Elena stared at him, her heart swelling with an emotion so profound it left her breathless. Tears spilled over her lashes as she nodded vigorously, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her face against his chest.
