He froze, startled. "You... you can talk?"
But then, his sneer returned. "So what? Even if you're not mute, I still wouldn't marry you."
"Don't worry," Venice's voice steady. "I didn't come here to marry you."
And just then, the doors of the banquet hall burst open with a bang.
Ronald strode in first, followed by a tall man in a perfectly tailored black suit. His features were chiseled and sharp, his presence commanding, every step exuding confidence and authority.
"You recognize him, don't you?" Venice said coolly. "Your uncle, Adam."
She crossed the room, her heels clicking softly against the marble, and took Adam's arm with quiet familiarity.
"But he has another identity now," she said, her smile calm and devastating. "Allow me to introduce him properly—Adam McAuliffe, my fiancé."
She lifted her chin slightly, her voice ringing clear. "Today is our wedding day."
