“You're glowing," Leonardo said as Aniya entered the ballroom in full rehearsal attire—lace, veil, and an expression like a loaded chamber.
Aniya didn't stop walking. “You dressed me like a bride. Don't act surprised when I look like one."
Staff moved quietly in the background, prepping lights, flowers, camera angles for the final run-through. This wasn't a wedding.
It was a performance.
“Guests confirmed," Leonardo said. “Mayors. Bishops. Even a senator's wife."
“Excellent," she replied flatly. “They'll get a good show."
He stepped beside her. “You don't have to pretend anymore, Ani. You're back. It's done."
She turned to him slowly. “Done isn't the same as right."
His smile faltered. “You still think you can outrun me?"
“I already did. Now I'm just walking out slow enough for yo
