Chapter 10 - The Royal Wedding
Spring arrived at the Bellandi Estate on the cliff. The winter snow had melted, replaced by vibrant carpets of blooming white roses and green vines overlooking the brilliant blue ocean.
The garden was filled with hundreds of guests—not just wealthy elites, but hotel maids, doormen, cooks, and street vendors whom Clara had invited personally. Arthur stood near the front row, wearing a crisp new tuxedo, holding his silver cane with pride.
At the altar stood Luca, looking breathtakingly handsome in a classic black tuxedo, his eyes fixed on the path coming from the main house.
Beside him stood little Sofia, dressed as a flower girl in a frilly white dress, holding a basket of rose petals and grinning from ear to ear.
The string quartet began to play a slow, romantic melody as Clara appeared at the top of the stone steps.
She took everyone's breath away.
Clara wore an exquisite custom lace wedding gown designed to celebrate every curve of her full figure, with a long, flowing train that swept across the green grass. She held a bouquet of fresh white roses—the very same flowers Luca had carried on the freezing night they first met.
Luca’s eyes welled with tears as Clara walked down the aisle toward him. When she reached his side, he took her hands, leaning in to whisper, "You are the most beautiful woman in this universe, my Queen."
"And you," Clara smiled through her tears, "are the stubborn man who let me give him warm milk."
The priest smiled, holding up his hands. "We are gathered here today to unite two souls who found each other in the cold and built a home of love and warmth."
After exchanging vows that brought half the guests to tears, Luca wrapped his arms around Clara’s waist, pulled her close, and kissed his bride under the warm spring sun.
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The crowd erupted into wild cheers and applause. Sofia jumped up and down, throwing rose petals into the air and hugging both of them around their legs.
Luca held Clara tight, looking out over the ocean, knowing that his empire was finally complete—not because of blood or money, but because of the kind-hearted maid who had opened her heart when the rest of the world looked away.
