NEVA POV
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Mitch had insisted on precision, and precision, in his particular idiom, meant a ceremony as carefully architected as any legal brief he'd ever built — every detail accounted for, every contingency planned, and underneath all of it, the specific overwhelming emotion he'd spent years learning to admit he carried.
The venue was the round table's back room, transformed for the occasion — not the grand outdoor ceremony Duke and Wren had chosen, but something intimate, deliberate, exactly suited to two people who found their deepest connection in careful, shared work.
"You chose the room where we built the Elara Brief," I said, finding Mitch in the moments before the ceremony, adjusting his jacket with hands that weren't quite steady.
"It felt right," he said. "This is where I
