Brando's heart, which had been strung tighter than a bowstring, suddenly loosened, and warm blood surged through every last vein in his body in an instant.
He stared unblinkingly at the familiar face in front of him, and his eyes instantly burned and flushed red.
It was Solenne! It was really her!
This wasn't some hallucination, it wasn't some fever dream. He had actually been reborn, sent back to a time before any of the tragedies had happened!
Every single regret he carried still had a chance to be made right!
Before he could even start to unpack the complicated emotions swirling in her eyes, Marcella, who was standing beside her, quickly grabbed a lace veil and draped it gently over Solenne's head.
She curtsied slightly toward the door, every movement graceful and proper. "Your Gr
