Chapter 6 - The True Crown
One year later. October.
The sun shone brightly over the grand gardens of the Riverdale estate, painting the autumn trees in brilliant shades of amber, gold, and crimson.
The air was filled with the cheerful sound of classical violins, soft laughter, and the gentle clinking of crystal glasses under a massive white silk marquee set up on the lawn overlooking the Hudson.
It was not a high-society spectacle filled with fake smiles and corrupt politicians. There were no cameras from tabloids, no manipulative relatives, and no broken promises.
Standing at the edge of the terrace was Emma.
She wore a breathtaking, custom ivory silk gown designed by an atelier in Milan—simple, elegant, with a high lace neckline and a long, flowing train that glided flawlessly over the green grass.
Beside her stood Dante Moretti, wearing a tailored black tuxedo, his dark hair combed back, his dark eyes locked onto his wife with pure, unbridled devotion.
His broad hand held hers tightly, his silver thumb ring gleaming under the autumn sun.
Mrs. Gable stood near the front row, wiping tears of joy from her eyes with a lace handkerchief, while Marcus offered a warm, respectful toast from the head table.
"To Mrs. Emma Moretti," Marcus announced, raising his glass high. "The true heart of this estate."
"To Emma!" the guests cheered warmly.
Emma turned her head to look at Dante, who leaned down to press a soft kiss against her temple, wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest.
"Are you warm enough, my love?" Dante whispered into her ear.
Emma smiled, resting her head against his shoulder, looking out at the sunlit river stretching endless toward the Atlantic.
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"I have your coat, Dante," Emma whispered back, her fingers tracing the lapel of his jacket. "I will always be warm."
He held her close under the bright autumn sky—two souls bound by honor, truth, and an unbreakable love that had turned a moment of cruel public shame into a lifetime of majestic victory.
