**Stefano’s POV**
I adjusted my cufflink and looked at my reflection one last time.
The tuxedo was a masterpiece. The charcoal gray jacket fit perfectly across my shoulders, the black velvet peak lapels catching the light as I moved. Underneath, the white Marcella shirt was stiff and cool against my skin, smelling of expensive starch and fresh laundry. The black silk bow tie sat perfectly at my throat, hand-tied.
I wasn’t nervous, but my chest felt tight, like a wire was being wound too tightly around my heart.
At the dressing table, I picked up my Patek Philippe and slid it onto my wrist. The weight was familiar and reassuring.
Then my eyes fell on the small box beside it, and I picked it up, my fingers tracing its smooth surface. I shoved it into my pocket and left the room.
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