Vanessa suddenly pulled the dog away, shoved Elena aside, and ordered her to keep Bruno away.
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Chapter 16
Elena and I married quietly three years after the fundraiser.
No grand merger.
No family strategy.
No secret spouse.
Useful improvement.
At dinner after the ceremony, someone joked about checking for wedding bands.
I did not laugh.
Elena did.
“Too soon?”
“Three years.”
“Still too soon?”
“Yes.”
She kissed my cheek.
Fine.
Then she asked:
“Do you think Catherine would have liked me?”
I hated the question.
Dead people should not be used to certify living love.
“I don’t know.”
Elena nodded.
Good.
Then:
“Would Bruno?”
I smiled.
“He tolerated you.”
May you like
“High praise.”
Exactly.
