ONE MONTH LATER
ARMAND'S POV
The lights dimmed just enough to let the candles cast a gentle glow across the room. Eli and I stood on the small dais at my private club, both of us dressed in pristine white Corneliani suits I had imported from Italy. I glanced over at him, feeling the warmth and the reality of this moment settling over me. My aunties—Monica, Brenda, and Vikylou—had transformed the space with breathtaking decorations. Every detail was perfect, and I knew they'd spent countless hours making it so.
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