The first light of dawn touched the towers of the Ricci Estate.Today was no longer just another morning.
Today…
The underworld would hear a name it had spent eighteen years trying to erase.
Aria Moretti.
Inside the grand dressing room, Aria stood silently before the mirror.She wasn't wearing the elegant dresses she once loved.
Instead, she wore a perfectly tailored black suit with silver embroidery along the collar—the ancient emblem of both the Ricci and Moretti bloodlines resting against her heart.
Sophia's necklace hung around her neck.
Jack's old ring rested on her finger.She gently touched both.
"Mom… Dad…"
Her voice was barely a whisper.
"Watch me."
The door opened softly.
Rafael entered.For several seconds, he simply stood there.His eyes never left her.
Aria smiled faintly.
"What?"
Rafael slowly walked closer.
"I was trying to remember the café girl I met."
Aria laughed softly.
"And?"
He smiled.
"I think she's still here."
He gently touched her cheek.
