Epilogue

EPILOGUE

ELENA

Ten Years Later

“ W hat are they doing out there?” Dario says, walking up behind me as I stand at the kitchen window, looking out at the yard.

I’ll never tire of my husband walking up from behind and wrapping his arms around me. I’ll never tire of how firm, strong, and mine he feels. I’ll never tire of the love that constantly blazes between us, getting hotter every year.

No matter what happens—no matter how many movie roles I land or how many charities Dario starts and grows through the Family—we never lose the core of who we are. We never lose the essence of us .

“Chessie’s going to be a director,” I whisper.

“Going to be?” Dario says, his breath tickling over my neck. “It looks like she already is.”

Chessie sits in her “director’s chair,” gesturing to Bella and Vanni. The twins march up and down the garden, apparently doing some kind of soldier scene. As I watch them perform their play, heat swells in my heart, love expanding until it’s pressurizing every part of me.

“Sometimes, I can’t even believe they came from me. They’re too perfect.”

“For me, it’s the opposite,” Dario says. “I see how perfect they are, and that’s how I know they came from you.”

I turn, smoothing my arms around his shoulders, looking up into his love-filled eyes. The silver, just a few specs when we met, has multiplied recently, sparkling in the afternoon sunlight. “I love you so much. I love our babies. I love our real marriage.”

He smirks. “You don’t miss the fake one?”

“Now, who’s getting sassy, huh?”

As we kiss, our children laugh from outside, and I know in my heart that this is where I was always meant to be, by his side as his Mafia Princess.

THE END

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