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,