Six months of happy and peaceful life had passed for Kate and the others. Today was Ara and Lucca’s wedding. The mansion was filled with flowers; Armando had organized a beautiful ceremony. The women were with Ara in her room, while the men were with Lucca. Everyone except Armando, who had prepared everything in advance so he could walk Ara down the aisle to her future husband.

—Ara, you look stunning. —Her dress fell like a princess gown, with a sweetheart neckline, a veil reaching her waist, and a bouquet of calla lilies.

—I’m nervous. —Cristy smiled.

—Don’t worry. You’ve already been through everything. You even have a beautiful baby. —Cristy held Lucien in her arms; he was already growing, having inherited his mother’s blue eyes, just as Addy had inherited Bastien’s honey-colored eyes.

Everyone was happy when someone knocked on the door.

—Hello, I’ve come for my little one. Is Aracely ready? —Armando entered wearing a tailored black suit with a blue handkerchief matching Ara’s eye