The Romano mansion was already chaotic on normal days. Now with the Rajputs staying there too-The chaos had doubled. No. Tripled.

From early morning itself, the entire mansion buzzed with noise, movement, overlapping conversations, laughter, arguments, servants running around, chefs shouting instructions from the kitchen, and younger cousins practically treating the mansion like their personal vacation resort. The younger generation was enjoying the most.

Kiara's cousins blended surprisingly well with the Romanos. Unlike some of the older Rajput women, the cousins were open-minded, loud, playful, and modern in their own ways. They laughed freely with the Romano siblings, explored every corner of the massive mansion, and shamelessly stole snacks from the kitchen while Sofia and Elana joined them like partners in crime. But not everyone carried that same warmth.

Kiara's elder bua sat elegantly in the living room with the other Rajput women, her sharp eyes observing everything critically like always. Her tongue was even sharper than her gaze. Judging people had practically become second nature to her. Beside her sat Kiara's second bua, who was not exactly cruel, but she firmly believed her way was the only correct way. If someone acted differently from her expectations, she automatically considered them wrong.

And then there was Kavya. The only woman in the Rajput haveli who had truly stood beside Kiara and Riya without judging them constantly. Kavya never mocked. Never taunted. Never made Kiara feel smaller. In fact, she was the only person in the entire Rajput family who possessed the courage to openly argue back-even against her own father if necessary.

Kiara herself had a sharp tongue too. A dangerous one, actually. But when it came to Jaswant Rajput-Her dadi sa- Her courage disappeared. Kavya never had that problem.

Meanwhile, on the Romano side of the mansion, Lucia, Aravi, ishabella and the other Romano women were busy in the kitchen area instructing chefs carefully to prepare breakfast according to Rajput tastes and traditions. Separate spices, less cheese, more Indian options, tea preferences, special sweets-everything was being handled personally.

The mansion smelled warmly of butter, masala chai, coffee, fresh bread, and spices mixed together. And right at that moment-The grand staircase caught everyone's attention. Kiara was coming downstairs. It was already nine in the morning. And yes-She had woken up late.

Because she had slept late. Simple. Earlier, before marriage, such a thing would have immediately earned her a long lecture from her dadi sa or bua sa. But now? Kiara did not care anymore. Not because she had become disrespectful-But because Donato himself had changed something inside her.

He had once told her very clearly: "You are my wife. If I do not have a problem with you waking up late, then nobody else's opinion matters." And somehow-Those words stayed with her deeply. For the first time in her life, someone had given her the freedom to simply exist without constantly proving herself.

So today-Kiara Romano came downstairs without guilt. Without fear. Without rushing nervously. She wore a soft oversized shirt over comfortable lose pant, her slightly messy hair falling around her face naturally. Her sleepy brown eyes still carried traces of morning laziness while a soft smile rested on her lips.

And behind her-Walked Donato Romano. More specifically-Trailed behind her. Like a giant overdramatic husband whining endlessly. "Sweetheart, you are ignoring me," he complained while following her downstairs. "I woke up before you like a good husband and still received no appreciation."

Kiara laughed softly without even turning back. "You literally woke me up three times."

"Because you refused to wake up!"

"You were disturbing my sleep."

"Our sleep," Donato corrected immediately with fake offense. Several younger cousins immediately burst into laughter watching the feared Donato Romano acting like an abandoned toddler behind his wife. Even Sofia nearly choked trying not to laugh.

Meanwhile, Kiara's elder bua watched the scene carefully from the living room. Her brows tightened slightly. Because this version of Kiara-Relaxed. Confident. Laughing openly. Ignoring judgment. Was completely different from the girl she remembered from the Rajput haveli.

And the reason stood right behind her. Donato Romano. Still following his wife downstairs while complaining dramatically about not receiving enough attention since morning.

Nandini's sharp eyes followed Kiara the entire time she descended the staircase laughing softly with Donato behind her. Her gaze slowly moved from Kiara's messy loose hair...To the oversized shirt she was wearing...To her bare legs disappearing beneath the soft fabric. Judgment immediately filled her expression.

Her lips tightened faintly in disapproval. Without taking her eyes off Kiara, Nandini leaned slightly toward Mrs. Dhani, who sat beside her calmly on the large cream-colored sofa. Unlike Nandini-Mrs. Dhani was simply watching silently. No judgment. No reaction. Just observing everything carefully with experienced eyes.

Meanwhile nearby, Meera and Kavya sat quietly beside them while servants moved around serving tea and snacks across the luxurious living room. Nandini finally spoke in a low but clearly irritated voice. "Look at her, Maa sa," she muttered disapprovingly. "Ever since coming here, it is like Kiara has forgotten all her manners and values completely."

Her eyes shifted again toward Kiara, who was now standing near Aravi and Nonna while talking comfortably with them. Lucia soon joined the conversation too, and all four women began discussing breakfast arrangements together warmly.

"She did not even touch her mother-in-law's or grandmother-in-law's feet," Nandini continued. "Not once did she properly take their blessings." Mrs. Dhani remained silent. But beside her- Meera and Kavya exchanged tired looks. Clearly this conversation was not new for them.

Nandini was still not done. "And what is she even wearing?" she added with disbelief. "What happened to her dressing sense? Those pants and shirts look so improper. In India she used to wear suits."

"This is not true, Didi," Meera interrupted immediately. "Kiara wore pants and shirts in India too."

"Yes, she did," Nandini replied quickly. "But mostly for office. At home she usually stayed in proper suits."

"Didi," Kavya finally spoke this time, her voice calm but firm, "what Kiara wears in her own married home should not concern us."

"How can it not concern us?" Nandini snapped instantly. "She is still our daughter. She came from India. She should not forget her upbringing and traditions." The atmosphere around the seating area slowly started becoming tense. Meera sighed tiredly while Kavya straightened slightly, already prepared to argue further if necessary.

Because unlike others-Kavya never stayed silent when something felt unfair. Especially when it involved Kiara. But before the discussion could grow further- Mrs. Dhani finally spoke. "Enough." Her voice was not loud. Yet the authority in it instantly silenced everyone.

The entire conversation stopped immediately. Mrs. Dhani slowly turned her gaze toward her elder daughter. "What kind of discussion are you all sitting here having?" she asked calmly but firmly. "We are guests in Kiara and Kavya's marital home, not sitting in some gossip gathering arguing unnecessarily."

Then her eyes settled fully on Nandini. "And you," she said quietly. "What exactly are you saying?" Nandini lowered her voice slightly but still looked unconvinced. Mrs. Dhani continued before she could answer. "Kiara is in her marital home," she said. "Not in India. She is in Italy."

Her calm eyes briefly moved toward Kiara again, who was smiling while helping Lucia with something near the dining area. "The culture here is different. Their lifestyle is different. If she is accepting her husband's family, their ways, their customs, then that is a good thing."

Meera smiled softly hearing that. Even Kavya relaxed slightly. "We ourselves teach our daughters," Mrs. Dhani continued wisely, "that after marriage they should adjust and learn the ways of their new family." Her voice remained composed yet meaningful. "So if Kiara is doing exactly that, then what is wrong in it?"

Nandini immediately fell silent. Not because she agreed-But because arguing further with Mrs. Dhani was pointless. She let out an irritated huff and looked away. Meanwhile, from across the living room-Kiara laughed softly at something Donato whispered near her ear, completely unaware that for the first time in years-her dadi sa had defended her choices openly instead of criticizing them.

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The Romano mansion was overflowing with excitement. Every corner of the house buzzed with voices, laughter, footsteps, arguments over decorations, discussions about wedding outfits, jewelry selections, guest arrangements, and endless teasing between both families.

At some point, nobody even realized how quickly time had passed. The entire afternoon disappeared in wedding chaos. In the grand living room, the women sat together surrounded by jewelry catalogs, fabric samples, designer sketches, and opened velvet boxes filled with diamonds and traditional Rajput ornaments.

Lucia and Aravi discussed Italian wedding arrangements while Meera and Kavya explained Rajput bridal traditions to Sofia and Elana, who listened with sparkling curiosity. Somewhere in between, cousins argued over italian gown colors.

Someone else debated over flower decorations. And in the middle of it all- Excitement lived in every face. Meanwhile, outside the mansion, Donato and Enzo had already left for the airport. Because today-Shivam Singh Rajput and his sons were arriving. Krish. Ayush. And for the first time in years-The elder son of the Rajput family would attend a family wedding.

When Mr. and Mrs. Rajput first found out that Donato himself had personally invited Shivam and his sons, nobody created drama. Nobody argued. Nobody openly objected. Because this invitation came from the Romanos. And Donato Romano was not only their son-in-law now- Albert was soon becoming their son-in-law too.

Rejecting the invitation or disrespecting it openly would have been wrong even by Rajput standards. So they accepted it silently. But inside- Emotions were far more complicated. Especially for Mrs. Dhani. Though she stayed calm outwardly, somewhere deep inside, she was genuinely happy.

After years-Her son would finally stand present at his younger sister's wedding. And truthfully-She was tired. Tired of this endless bitterness. Tired of the distance. Tired of pretending a mother's heart could truly stop loving her child. For years she had wanted to forgive Shivam.

To speak to him normally again. To accept her grandchild's fully. But every single time- Jaswant Rajput stood in between. His pride. His ego. His humiliation. None of it had faded with time. He still could not forgive the fact that Shivam had married Krish's mother without family permission.

That he had fought against them openly for love. That he had chosen his wife over family pride. And because Jaswant Rajput refused to forgive- Nobody else dared to either. Not fully. Not openly. But today For the first time in years. Fate was forcing everyone into the same place again.

And the happiest person about it after Kiara-Was Kavya. Because more than anyone-She had always wanted her brother present at her wedding. One of the biggest reasons she kept rejecting marriage proposals for years was this exact pain. She could never imagine getting married while her own elder brother remained separated from the family.

Several times she had tried speaking to her parents. Several times she had tried convincing them to forgive Shivam and accept Krish and Ayush properly. But nobody listened. And now-Finally-Her wish was coming true. Her brother. Her nephews. All of them were coming.

She could barely hide her happiness while helping choose wedding jewelry beside Meera. And in her heart-She silently thanked Donato Romano. Because she knew very well-This would never have happened without him.

Somewhere deep inside, Kavya hoped that once Shivam and his parents stood face to face again. Maybe things would soften. Maybe years of anger would finally crack. Maybe they would talk. Maybe forgiveness would begin. And while all these emotional storms existed in one corner.

There was another person in the mansion whose happiness was entirely different. Sofia Romano. Or more specifically-A very excited Sofia Romano. Because her boyfriend was arriving today. Krish Singh Rajput. And unlike last time-This time he was not just her crush.

Not just the annoying dramatic boy she secretly liked. Now he was officially her boyfriend. For the past four months they had talked constantly-calls, messages, arguments, flirting, threats, teasing, possessiveness, endless chaos.

And today-He was finally coming back to Italy. Sofia had already changed outfits twice. Twice. Even Elana caught her checking her reflection repeatedly before pretending she was "just fixing her hair."

But kiara knew. she teased her a lot. Now Sofia sat trying to act calm while secretly staring at the mansion entrance every five minutes like Krish might magically appear there before time.

And honestly-For the first time in years-The Romano mansion did not feel heavy with power, politics, or danger. It felt alive. Warm. Like a real home overflowing with family, noise, chaos, love, unresolved wounds. And the hope that maybe this wedding would heal more than just two hearts.

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After what felt like endless waiting, the sound of multiple cars finally echoed through the Romano mansion grounds. Instantly, excitement exploded inside the house. "They're here!" Several voices rang out at once as almost everyone rushed toward the grand entrance.

The large gates opened slowly, and the black luxury cars entered one after another beneath the glowing evening lights. But before any adult could properly greet the guests-A tiny blur sprinted across the marble pathway at full speed.

"BUDDYYYYY!"

Little Elio shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with pure excitement. And almost immediately- An equally dramatic voice answered back from near the cars.

"LITTLE BUDDYYYY!"

Krish practically jumped out before the driver had even fully opened the door. The next second-Elio launched himself straight into Krish's arms. Krish caught him effortlessly and spun him around dramatically while both laughed loudly like they had been separated for years instead of months.

"I missed you!" Elio yelled happily.

"I missed you more!" Krish argued immediately.

The entire Romano family burst into laughter watching the chaotic reunion. Even the guards standing nearby smiled faintly. Meanwhile, the rest of the Rajputs slowly stepped out of the cars. Ayush greeted the Romano family politely, this being his first proper meeting with most of them. Unlike Shivam, who already knew many members of the Romano family due to business connections and previous visits to Italy, Ayush was completely new to this environment.

Still-He carried himself calmly and confidently. Warm greetings followed one after another. Hands shaken. Hugs exchanged. Introductions repeated amidst overlapping voices. And then- Kiara saw her father properly after months.

The moment her eyes landed on Shivam-Her expression broke instantly. All her excitement melted into emotion. "Dad..."Her voice cracked softly before she hurried toward him. Shivam barely got time to open his arms before Kiara threw herself into them tightly.

The hug was emotional enough to silence several people nearby for a moment. Because despite everything-Despite years of family politics and separation-A daughter's love for her father never truly changed. Tears filled Kiara's eyes almost immediately.

And when Ayush pulled her into another hug right after, she broke further. "You're crying already?" Ayush teased softly while wiping her tears. "Looks like marriage made you emotional."

Kiara glared at him instantly through watery eyes. Before she could reply-Arav shamelessly joined in. "No no," he interrupted dramatically. "Marriage didn't change her. Her husband did." That instantly made Kiara's face turn bright red. Several younger cousins burst into laughter. Even Donato, standing nearby, smirked proudly without shame.

"See?" Ayush continued mercilessly. "One mention of her husband and she starts blushing." Kiara looked ready to murder both brothers. Meanwhile Donato looked entirely too pleased with himself. Elsewhere-

Ayush walked toward Kavya. The moment she saw him, her eyes softened warmly. Without hesitation, Ayush pulled her into a side hug. "Congratulations, Aunty," he teased her."

"Shut up" don't call me Aunty." she said while heating him lightly.

"But you are my Aunty he tease"

"No i'am not. i am your only bestfreind nothing else, and i am litrelly just 10 month older then you yrr." she whined everyone brust out lough at that, she hide her face in his arm.

Her bond with Ayush had always remained untouched. They were almost the same age. Only a month apart. They had grown up together, studied in the same school, completed high school side by side, shared secrets, fought bullies together, and survived the suffocating Rajput family environment together too.

Even after life separated their paths-Kavya choosing dance while Ayush pursued law-their friendship never faded. Kavya had always played the protective elder role despite being tiny compared to him. And Ayush never missed a chance to tease her for it.

"You still trying to protect people?" he joked lightly. "You're shorter than me." Kavya rolled her eyes immediately. "And still scarier than you," she replied. Their easy laughter warmed the atmosphere instantly. Meanwhile-Far above them-Behind one of the large mansion windows-

Mrs. Dhani Rajput stood silently watching everything. She had not come outside. Could not come outside. Not yet. But her eyes remained fixed only on one person. Her son. Shivam. After years... He was finally standing before her again. Older. More mature. But still her child.

A trembling smile slowly appeared on her lips. And at the same time-Tears filled her eyes too. Her fingers tightened weakly against the window curtain. Because in that moment, all she wanted was to run downstairs. To hug him. To touch his face. To ask him if he had eaten properly. To apologize.

For failing him. For failing his first wife. For failing his child. For hurting them. The guilt of a mother who could not protect her own son, who hurt her son and his family with her won hand, had lived inside her for years. And now seeing him after so long-

That guilt hurt even more. A tear finally slipped down her cheek silently. But she quickly wiped it away before anyone could see. Because despite everything- She still remained Mrs. Dhani Rajput. And years of pride, silence, and family walls were not easy to break in a single day.

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The past two days had passed in a whirlwind of shopping, laughter, exhaustion, and endless wedding chaos. Every morning started with plans. Every afternoon disappeared inside designer stores, jewelry showrooms, fabric selections, and endless arguments over colors, flowers, accessories, shoes, gifts, and decorations.

And somehow-Without anyone realizing-The wedding was now only three days away. Today was the engagement ceremony. Originally, there had been no plan for an engagement at all. The families had intended to go directly toward the wedding celebrations.

But Sofia and Elana had protested dramatically. "If the wedding is happening in full Italian style," Sofia had declared stubbornly, "then why are we skipping the engagement?" "And honestly," Elana added, "Albert brother deserves to officially put the ring on Kavya sister-in-law's finger in front of everyone."

That single conversation had changed everything. And now-The Romano mansion garden had transformed into a breathtaking engagement venue. Elegant fairy lights wrapped around trees like glowing stars. White roses and soft golden flowers decorated the pathways while crystal lanterns flickered gently beneath the evening sky.

Workers moved around giving final touches to the setup, adjusting flower arrangements, checking candles, arranging tables, and ensuring every detail looked perfect before guests fully gathered. The atmosphere carried excitement everywhere.

Soft music played faintly in the background while servants hurried around with trays, decorations, and last-minute preparations. Inside the mansion-The women's side was pure chaos. Dresses spread across beds. Jewelry boxes open everywhere.

Makeup products scattered over vanity tables. Voices overlapping endlessly. And since the makeup artists at home were already occupied getting the elder women ready, Kavya's appointment had been booked at one of Italy's most famous luxury salons.

Naturally- The younger girls decided to go together. So now the salon itself looked like another mini celebration. Stylists rushed around carefully while laughter echoed constantly between the girls. Kavya sat in the center, glowing softly in her engagement outfit while Sofia, Elana and Rose shamelessly teased her every five minutes about Albert Romano's obsession with her.

Meanwhile, Kiara sat with riya nearby watching everything with a warm smile. There was something beautiful about seeing Kavya this happy. Because for years Kavya had hidden her own dreams behind family responsibilities and unresolved pain. But today-She genuinely looked like a bride-to-be.

And it suited her beautifully. Hours passed inside the luxurious salon filled with makeup brushes, hairspray, perfume, teasing, selfies, and nonstop chaos.Finally-They were ready. Kavya looked breathtaking in her engagement attire, elegant and radiant beneath the soft salon lights.

Sofia looked effortlessly glamorous while Kiara carried a softer elegance that always naturally surrounded her. Their jewelry sparkled subtly as they carefully stepped outside toward the waiting cars.

Since they were already getting late-Kiara, Kavya, and Sofia quickly left together in one car for the mansion. The evening sky outside had already turned golden-blue while city lights slowly began glowing across Italy.

Inside the car, Sofia continued teasing Kavya mercilessly. "Albert bro is definitely going to cry today," she declared dramatically. Kavya immediately glared at her. "He cries every day already," Kiara added innocently. Both girls burst into laughter while Kavya hid her smile helplessly.

A few minutes later-Another car left the salon. This time carrying Elana, Riya and Rose together. The city lights reflected beautifully across the car windows while soft evening traffic moved around them peacefully. For a brief moment-Everything felt calm.

Beautiful. Like nothing could possibly go wrong. Like this wedding was truly bringing both families closer together under one roof filled with light, celebration, healing, and love.

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After getting ready at the salon, Kiara, Kavya, and Sofia arrived first. Their heels clicked against the marble pathway as they entered the mansion, fixing their dresses and laughing softly among themselves. None of them noticed the driver gaze, his eyes lingering on them far too carefully.

The moment the girls disappeared inside the mansion, the driver slowly pulled out his phone and made a call. "I'm on the location, boss," he muttered quietly, his gaze fixed toward the brightly lit garden.

On the other side of the call, Lucas spoke in a low, cold voice. The driver nodded instantly. "Understood. My target is Enzo... and if not him, then Donato Romano's wife." As the call disconnected, the man lowered his phone and glanced toward two photographs placed beside him inside the car-one of Enzo, and one of Kiara.

Inside the garden, however, nobody had the slightest idea of the danger slowly surrounding them. The engagement ceremony had already begun. All the guests were seated around the beautifully decorated stage where Albert and Kavya stood side by side, glowing with happiness.

Kavya looked breathtaking in her outfit, her jewelry sparkling under the warm lights, while Albert could barely take his eyes off her. The excitement on his face was impossible to hide. After months of longing, chasing, teasing, and waiting, his tiger was finally becoming his.

Mrs. Dhani stepped forward first, holding a traditional Rajput family ring in her hands. Her eyes softened as she gently placed it into Kavya's palm. On the other side, Nonna proudly handed Albert a heavy diamond ring with sharp maroon detailing, perfectly matching the power and elegance of the Romano name. The atmosphere became emotional and joyful at the same time.

With trembling fingers and shy smiles, Kavya slipped the ring onto Albert's finger. The moment she did, cheers erupted through the garden. Albert looked at her as though she had handed him the entire world. Without wasting another second, he took her hand carefully and slid the engagement ring onto her finger as well. and kiss her ring finger softly."

The crowd burst into applause. Sofia screamed dramatically from the stage while Elana laughed beside her. Kiara clapped happily, standing close to Donato, while Aravi, Nonna, Mrs. Dhani, and the rest of the family watched the couple with proud, emotional smiles. Cameras flashed continuously, capturing every beautiful moment.

Enzo stood near Donato, teasing Albert loudly enough to make everyone laugh again. The younger cousins were cheering shamelessly, and even the older family members could not stop smiling seeing the happiness surrounding the couple.

Krish, meanwhile, looked far too excited for a normal human being. "YESSS!" he shouted dramatically and suddenly pulled Sofia into a quick hug out of pure excitement. Sofia froze instantly. Her eyes widened in panic.

Because unlike Krish, who acted first and thought later, Sofia was fully aware that both their families were standing barely a few feet away. Especially her brothers. The dangerous Romano brothers.

Before anyone nearby could properly notice the hug, Sofia immediately pushed Krish back lightly while keeping a smile on her face for appearances. "What are you doing?" she whispered harshly under her breath. "What if someone saw us, huh?"

Krish looked entirely unbothered. Actually-The idiot looked amused. "Well, I'm not scared of anyo-"Before he could finish his sentence-A familiar deep voice interrupted from behind them.

"What are you two whispering about?"

Both Krish and Sofia froze instantly. Slowly-Very slowly-They turned around. Only to find Donato standing there with crossed arms and narrowed eyes, looking between the two suspiciously. Krish gulped visibly. For one terrifying second, his soul practically left his body. Meanwhile Sofia tried her absolute best to look normal despite internally panicking.

Then suddenly-Krish forced out the most awkward laugh imaginable. "Hahaha... nothing, Roman Empire," he said shamelessly, using the nickname he had started calling Donato. "Your rebel sister is threatening me again. Nothing new."

Sofia's jaw dropped in disbelief. Immediately she glared murderously at him. Krish simply shrugged innocently like he had done absolutely nothing wrong. Donato's eyes moved slowly between both of them. Suspicion still visible on his face.

And Sofia silently prayed her overdramatic boyfriend would survive the night without accidentally exposing their relationship himself.

And far away from the lights, hidden in the darkness beyond the garden walls, a man quietly adjusted the silencer attached to his gun. His cold eyes locked directly onto Enzo. Finger tightening around the trigger. Breath steady. Waiting.

At that exact moment, Donato leaned slightly toward Enzo and said something quietly near his ear. Enzo frowned for a second, then nodded casually before stepping away from the stage. The sniper's eyes sharpened instantly as his target moved out of position.

The man cursed under his breath in frustration. "I need to finish this job and get out before someone notices me," he muttered sharply. His jaw tightened as he adjusted the silenced gun again. Enzo had moved away too suddenly.

The shot opportunity was gone. And in missions like this, hesitation meant failure. Slowly, his cold eyes shifted toward the second photograph resting beside him. Kiara Romano. Without wasting another second, he repositioned himself carefully behind the distant stone structure overlooking the engagement venue. Through the scope, the celebration came sharply into focus once again.

The laughter. The lights. The unaware happiness. And right in the center of it-Kiara. She stood on the stage beside Kavya, laughing softly at something Sofia was saying. The warm garden lights reflected beautifully against her jewelry while the evening breeze moved strands of her hair gently around her face.

Beside her stood Elana, Sofia, and Krish. In front of them stood Rose, laughing loudly at some ridiculous joke Krish had just made. The entire group looked relaxed. Happy. Completely unaware of the danger watching them from the shadows.

The sniper slowly steadied his breathing. The red laser dot flickered once. Then landed silently against Kiara. At first, nobody noticed. But Rose's smile suddenly faltered. Something sharp flashed in the corner of her vision. Her instincts reacted immediately.

Years spent around the Romano brothers had taught her enough to recognize danger faster than most people. Her eyes dropped instinctively toward the faint red point glowing against Kiara's dress. For a single second-Her brain refused to process it.

Then realization hit violently. Laser sight. Gun. Her heartbeat stopped. Rose's expression changed instantly, all laughter disappearing from her face. Her eyes widened in horror as she followed the laser line through the crowd... past the lights... beyond the garden...

And directly toward the dark figure aiming at Kiara. A man holding a gun. Everything around her suddenly slowed. The music became distant. Voices blurred. Only panic remained.

Rose tried to scream. But before the warning could fully leave her lips- The gun fired. A muted shot sliced through the night.

"KIARA-!"

Bye bye🫡