The day of the wedding had finally arrived.

The bridal suite was buzzing with activity. Makeup artists moved in and out of the room, and garment bags hung from every available hook.

Through the large windows, Lyvana could see guests arriving at the building below. The ceremony was only minutes away.

Her heart should have been racing. Instead, she felt strangely calm. After everything she had been through, all the heartbreak, betrayal, and danger, this was the last place she had ever imagined herself when she reincarnated.

Yet here she was, standing in front of the mirror in her wedding dress.

The gown fit her perfectly, hugging her body before spreading out wide around her feet on the floor. Beautiful, swirling lace patterns and tiny, shining beads covered the fabric, making it sparkle whenever she moved. The top of the gown featured a deep illusion neckline. The delicate fabric blended so seamlessly with her skin that the embroidered details appeared to float across her shoulders and chest.

For a moment, she hardly recognized herself.

Emily hovered nearby while Susan fussed with the veil. Freya, Julian’s cousin, practically glowed with excitement.

"Liv, you look so beautiful," Freya said softly.

"Beautiful?" Emily said, grinning. "She’s looking hot. I don’t think Julian will let her sleep tonight."

Lyvana’s cheeks burned red. "Shut up, Emy."

The room erupted in laughter.

The doors swung open, and in came Eleanor and Lady Glowen, with Damon right behind them.

"You’re looking so beautiful, sweetheart," Lady Glowen said, her hands flying to her cheeks. "I wish... I wish your mother was alive to see this day."

Tears filled her eyes as she gently brushed a strand of hair away from Lyvana’s face.

"She would have been so proud of you."

For a moment, the room fell silent.

Lyvana swallowed the lump forming in her throat. She wished her mother were here, too. To see this, and to tell her everything would be alright.

​Eleanor reached over and squeezed her hand. "Aurora would be smiling down at you right now," she said softly.

​"Thank you."

​Eleanor suddenly reached into her handbag. "I almost forgot."

​Everyone watched as she pulled out a small velvet box and placed it in Lyvana’s hands.

Slowly, Lyvana opened it to find a delicate diamond bracelet resting against the silk lining. Her eyes widened, and her breath caught as the diamonds sparkled in the light.

"It belonged to my mother," Eleanor said softly. "She received it from her mother, who received it from hers. It has been passed down through the women of our family for generations."

Eleanor smiled gently.

"I always planned to give it to my own daughter one day. And since you are officially becoming my daughter today, I want you to have it."

For a moment, Lyvana could only stare at the bracelet in silence.

​Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. Eleanor smiled, gently fastening the bracelet around her wrist before kissing her forehead.

​Lyvana looked down at the sparkling diamonds against her skin.

​She took a shaky breath, feeling a profound connection to the family she was officially joining.

​She took a shaky breath, letting the warmth of the moment wash over her.

​"Thank you," she choked. "I promise to cherish it forever."

Then she turned to Susan and Emily. "You all have done so much for me. I don’t know how I would have made it to this day without you."

​Lady Glowen smiled warmly, her eyes glowing with maternal pride as she looked at the masterpiece they had put together.

"Seeing you this happy, and knowing the incredible woman you’ve become, is all the reward we could ever ask for."

​"And you are going to be a breathtaking bride," Susan added, giving Lyvana’s veil one final, perfect adjustment. "Now, let’s get you married before Julian comes breaking down the doors out of impatience."

​The gentle teasing brought a collective laughter back to the room.

The ceremony was held at St. Clair Palace, a royal estate surrounded by vast formal gardens and white stone fountains. Inside the grand hall, fragrant lavender lined the marble aisle, and white roses were scattered delicately across the polished floor.

When the doors opened Lyvana stepped onto the aisle with Damon beside her.

Above them were beautiful flowers and warm lights. Performers dressed as angels in white robes and feathered wings hovered from the ceiling, throwing down sweet-smelling flowers.

A live band played, the rich sound of saxophones flowing through the massive room.

It was all beautiful, and Lyvana felt completely overwhelmed.

At the end of the long path stood Julian. Looking impeccable in a black tuxedo and a white bowtie.

He watched her with a sweet smile. The ruthless king of the underground was entirely undone by the woman walking toward him.

Lyvana reached the altar. The sound of the saxophones faded into the background, and though every eye in the crowd was on them, Julian saw only her. Damon stepped back, gently placing her hand in Julian’s.

The temporary boyfriend was finally becoming her permanent husband.

The ceremony passed in a beautiful blur. Vows were exchanged, rings were placed on fingers, and cheers filled the cathedral when Julian finally kissed his wife.

Before long, everyone gathered in the reception hall to continue the celebration.

The guests admired the spacious hall, where the decor was indeed breathtaking. Elegant tables were arranged in neat rows, each marked with a name card to guide the guests.

In the center of the room, a sparkling glass dance floor reflected the glow of the chandeliers above.

Julian and Lyvana stood on the dance floor, having the first dance, moving together in perfect, effortless rhythm as if the rest of the world had completely melted away.

Impeccably dressed servers glided silently between the elegant tables, carrying silver trays of crystal champagne flutes and gourmet, artfully crafted hors d’oeuvres.

Nearby, a grand buffet overflowed with fine culinary delicacies and beautifully arranged seafood displays, ensuring the distinguished guests were treated to a feast as spectacular as the evening itself.

The room was filled with some of the most influential people in the country. Near the front sat Julian’s godmother, Hestia Vane, dressed in a stunning silver gown as she spoke quietly with members of the aristocracy. Beside her sat the Princess, whose presence alone drew massive attention.

Several tables away, the Governor sat with some government officials.

Powerful families, politicians, and CEO’s filled the hall, their voices blending into a low, elegant hum.

Yet despite the impressive guest list, everyone’s attention remained fixed on the couple.

Julian’s hand tightened gently around hers. "You look beautiful," he murmured.

Lyvana smiled. "You’ve already told me that three times."

"And I’ll probably say it three hundred more. So get used to it, Mrs. Grant."

Before Lyvana could reply, he bent down and kissed her.

Around them, the guests erupted into cheers and applause.

For the first time in a very long while, Lyvana felt completely at peace.

She had survived every betrayal, every heartbreak, and every obstacle thrown in her path.

And now she had everything she had once thought impossible.

Four months later... 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Lyvana sat in the back of the luxury car, watching the morning traffic go by.