THE MAFIA BOSS WATCHED ME SLIDE A PLATE OF WARM FOOD BENEATH THE GRAND PIANO AT HIS CHARITY GALA—THEN HIS OLDER BROTHER SAID

Six months later.

The ballroom of the Chicago Grand Hotel looked exactly as it had the night everything changed.

The chandeliers sparkled. The string quartet played softly in the corner. The massive gold lettering above the doors proudly displayed: THE MORETTI CHILDREN'S FOUNDATION.

But this time, I wasn't wearing a black uniform. I wasn't hiding in the shadows collecting empty champagne flutes.

I was wearing a stunning emerald green gown. And I was standing at the head table.

"Nervous?"

I turned. Luca was standing beside me, looking immaculate in a tailored black tuxedo. He looked completely different from the haunted, angry man I had known. The lines of stress had vanished from his face.

"A little," I admitted, smoothing the silk of my dress. "I still can't believe I'm hosting this."

"You're the vice president of the foundation, Elena," Luca smiled, nudging my shoulder gently. "It’s your party now."

I looked across the ballroom.

At a table near the front, my mother was sitting, laughing with a group of wealthy donors. She wore a beautiful diamond necklace—a gift from Luca. The fear that had aged her prematurely was gone. She was safe. We were safe.

"Where is Anna?" I asked.

Luca’s eyes softened, turning toward the grand doors. "Right there."

Anna walked into the room. She was breathtaking. The sickness that had ravaged her body was entirely gone, replaced by a radiant, healthy glow. She wore a deep red gown that trailed behind her, and on her left hand, a massive diamond ring sparkled brightly next to the heavy gold signet ring she refused to take off.

But the most beautiful part of the picture wasn't Anna.

It was the little girl holding her hand.

Lucy wore a brand new, custom-made purple dress. No more faded coats. No more hunger.

She let go of her mother’s hand and ran across the marble floor.

"Daddy! Aunt Elena!" Lucy cheered, crashing into Luca’s legs.

Luca laughed, a deep, joyous sound that filled the room. He scooped his daughter up and spun her around, her giggles echoing over the string quartet.

"You look like a princess, sweetheart," Luca said, kissing her cheek.

"Mommy said I get to stay up past ten o'clock tonight," Lucy beamed.

"We'll see about that," Anna laughed as she joined us, slipping her arm through Luca's. He leaned down and kissed her softly, a quiet moment of absolute devotion in front of three hundred guests.

I watched them, my heart overwhelmingly full.

We had lost so much. Eight years stolen by Richard. Fifteen years stolen by Marcus. Secrets that had almost destroyed us all.

But looking at the family standing in front of me—a former mafia boss, a brave mother, an innocent child, and a maid who found her true home—I knew that none of the past mattered anymore.

"Alright, everyone," I said, picking up a crystal glass and tapping it lightly with a silver spoon.

The room quieted down. Three hundred faces turned toward the head table.

"Welcome," I projected my voice clearly across the ballroom. "Thank you all for being here tonight. The Moretti Foundation is dedicated to ensuring that no child is ever left in the shadows, that no family is ever broken by things they cannot control."

I looked at Luca. He was watching me with immense pride.

I looked at Lucy. She was smiling, holding her stuffed rabbit—which now had two ears, carefully stitched back on by her mother.

"We believe in second chances," I continued, raising my glass. "And we believe that the family you fight for is the only family that matters."

Luca raised his glass to me.

"To family," he said softly.

"To family," the room echoed back.

I took a sip of champagne, letting the warmth spread through my chest.