Chapter 10 - THE FINAL SURPRISEOne year later.
The Rossi estate was finished. It was a masterpiece of textiles, design, and light. People came from all over the world to see it. Lorenzo and I stood on the balcony, watching the guests arrive. He was no longer just the dangerous man in Chicago; he was a man who had found a partner who didn't want his money or his power.
"You did it," he said, handing me a glass of champagne.
"We did it," I corrected.
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I looked at the gate. Ethan was there, working as a junior consultant for a firm that barely kept him afloat. He saw me—he saw the life I had built, the strength I carried, and the man standing beside me who respected my worth. He looked away, finally understanding.
I had been the woman who sewed his suits and helped him dream, thinking I was the one who was incomplete. But I wasn't the one who had changed—I was the one who had finally stopped apologizing for the space I took up. I had lost a boy who wanted a trophy, and in the process, I had found a man who valued the architect. We weren't just survivors; we were the ones who had designed our own destiny, one stitch at a time.
