Sienna couldn't speak. Just stared at the beach. At the transformation. At the people gathered. At Dante watching her. Nervous. Hopeful.

"You did this? All of this?"

"I had help. Lots of help. But yes. I wanted to celebrate. Us. Ten years of choosing each other. Of building this life. Of surviving everything and coming out stronger."

Tears streamed down her face. "It's perfect."

Their children appeared. All five. Dressed beautifully. Leo had flown home. Surprised her. Part of the conspiracy.

"We're here, Mama," Elena said. Taking her hand. "To watch you and Papa choose each other again."

The ceremony was simple. Beautiful. Officiant standing under the arch. Sunset behind...