Isla POV
Two weeks later, I stood in the middle of a room full of the people who had somehow become my family.
It felt unreal in the gentlest way.
Rico, Teo, and Marco had flown in from Italy with Sienna, bringing laughter, warmth, and that unmistakable family energy that made the place feel less like a ceremony and more like a homecoming.
Aurora and Ronan were there too, looking proud in that quiet, unmistakable way parents do when they’re trying not to cry before the day has even properly begun.
Dr. Pierce had come as well, with Isabella and Silas beside him, and even though their presence carried its own complicated weight, today none of that mattered. Not really.
Today was not about the past.
Today was about my love story.
About all the things that had survived.
About all
