Chapter 6 - A New Dawn
The crisp chill of February had given way to the warm, golden warmth of a New York spring.
On a Saturday afternoon, the heavy oak doors of St. Patrick’s Cathedral stood open to the spring breeze. There were no flashing police lights, no armed guards standing by the altar, and no blood on the marble floor.
Instead, the pews were filled with trusted friends, business associates, and my mother, who sat beaming in the front row, holding a bouquet of white roses.
I stood at the altar in a simple, elegant ivory silk dress, looking out at the congregation. My right knee didn't hurt at all.
Dominic stood beside me, wearing a classic charcoal suit—identical in color to the one he wore the night we met, but this time, he wore a silver tie, and his face was entirely free of exhaustion.
As the priest pronounced us husband and wife, Dominic lifted my veil, his dark eyes softening with a rare, quiet warmth.
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"You translated a sentence that saved my life," he murmured softly as he kissed me. "And you changed my world."
"Well," I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck as the cathedral filled with the triumphant sound of the organ. "You always said accuracy was everything."
