CHAPTER 97

LUCAS'S POV

Two months later, the courtyard of our Tuscan villa turned into a paradise of white roses, silver silk, and golden lanterns for Victoria's christening and welcome celebration.

The grand stone terrace was full of allied shipping partners, legal representatives, and close friends from across Europe. The sound of classical violins drifted through the air, mixing with the clink of champagne glasses and the happy laughter of guests enjoying the warm Italian afternoon.

Long tables along the edge of the terrace were covered in white linen and piled high with Tuscan food: fresh bread, olives from our own trees, and platters of fruit that caught the afternoon...