The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the park, Lucas and Victoria strolled hand in hand along the path by the river. The evening air was cool and refreshing, and the first stars began to twinkle in the darkening sky.
Victoria paused, her gaze drawn upward. A smile spread across her face as she admired the breathtaking expanse of the universe above them. “Look at that, Lucas,” she said softly, her eyes reflecting the starlight. “It’s like the sky is a canvas painted with dreams.”
Lucas stopped beside her, following her gaze to the heavens. “It’s beautiful,” he agreed, his voice filled with wonder. “Each star is like a story, a connection to something greater.”
They continued their walk, their conversation weaving through tales of stars and constellations, and the ancient myths that connected them. “You know,” Victoria mused, “they say that lovers who find the North Star will always find their way back to each other.”
Lucas smiled, squeezing her hand gently. “Then let’s make it our star,” he said, his voice tender. “No matter where life takes us, we’ll always have this moment, this sky, and each other.”
Victoria leaned her head against his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his words wrap around her like a comforting embrace. “I like that,” she whispered. “Our own little piece of the universe.”
Feeling the moment was just right, Lucas turned to face Victoria, gently holding her shoulders before gracefully lowering himself onto one knee. He pulled out a small box and opened it to reveal a stunning ring. The crowd around them began to gather, drawn by the romantic scene unfolding.
One onlooker gasped, recognizing the ring. “That’s the piece de resistance, a diamond ring crafted by the illustrious jeweler, Alistair Voss! It’s his final masterpiece before he passed away. He also created the Crown Jewels of Eldoria and the ‘Star of the Sea’ necklace.”
Another voice chimed in, “I heard it was sold at a recent auction. Does that mean he’s the one who bought it?”
The crowd murmured in amazement, eyes turning to Lucas. “It can’t be a fake,” someone said, recognizing the couple. “That’s Lucas De Luca, chairman of the leading company, the Luca Group. And the woman is Victoria Rozzo, formerly Victoria Casella, who recently discovered that Mr. Xavier is her real father.”
“Xavier Rozzo?” another person asked, astonished. “The richest man in Italy?”
The one who recognized them nodded. “And Victoria is also the prodigy international jewelry designer known as V.”
The crowd buzzed with excitement, declaring them a perfect match made in heaven.
Lucas, still on one knee with the box held up, asked, “Will you marry me?”
Victoria was taken aback, her hands covering her mouth as tears of joy began to fall. “Yes!” she exclaimed.
The crowd erupted in cheers as Lucas slipped the ring onto Victoria’s finger and pulled her into a warm embrace.
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In an elegant place, sun-drenched garden, adorned with delicate white flowers and twinkling fairy lights. The atmosphere was both grand and intimate, a perfect reflection of Lucas and Victoria’s love.
Among the distinguished guests were One Eye, Lion, Tiger, Jose, Vlad, the two other heads of the mafia, and other influential figures from the business world, as well as Lucas’s assistant, Lorenzo, and his close friend, Ricardo.
Lucas stood confidently at the altar, exuding charm in a custom Ralph Lauren suit. The impeccably tailored suit featured a classic black jacket, crisp white shirt, and a sleek black tie, perfectly complementing his polished shoes. His hair was neatly styled, and his eyes shone with anticipation.
Victoria appeared at the end of the aisle, a vision of grace and beauty. Her gown was a masterpiece of delicate lace and flowing silk, designed to accentuate her slender figure. The dress featured an elegant train and a subtle shimmer that caught the light with every step. Her hair was styled in soft waves, adorned with a simple yet stunning tiara, and her veil cascaded gently down her back.
As she walked down the aisle, accompanied by her mother, Vivian, and her father, Xavier, a soft, poignant melody played, setting the perfect tone for the moment. Vivian and Xavier smiled warmly, their pride and joy evident as they entrusted their daughter to Lucas.
Meanwhile, among the guests, One Eye, Tiger, and Lion whispered to each other, admiring the beauty of the big boss’s bride. “She’s truly stunning,” one of them remarked, nodding in agreement. Nearby, Jose and Vlad engaged in a light-hearted conversation about who among them might be the next to walk down the aisle.
Marco, with a playful grin, glanced over at Carlo, who was blushing while texting a woman he had met during a recent mission. “Looks like we’ve got a lover boy in our midst,” Marco teased, causing Carlo to chuckle and shake his head.
In contrast, Diego and the other members of the Iron Wolves watched the proceedings quietly, taking in the significance of the moment with respectful silence.
The ceremony was officiated by Father Castor, who stood with a serene presence. “Dearly beloved,” he began, “we are gathered here today to witness the union of Lucas and Victoria in holy matrimony.”
As the ceremony progressed, Lucas and Victoria exchanged vows, their words filled with love and commitment. “I promise to stand by you,” Lucas said, his voice steady and sincere, “to support and cherish you, for all the days of our lives.”
Victoria responded, her eyes glistening with emotion. “I vow to love you unconditionally, to be your partner and your friend, through every joy and challenge we face.”
Father Castor smiled warmly as he pronounced them husband and wife. “You may now kiss the bride.”
Lucas gently lifted Victoria’s veil, and they shared a tender kiss, sealing their vows as the guests erupted into applause.
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In a luxurious villa, a young boy of about six years old sat engrossed in a book.
Suddenly, a voice called out, “Lucian, it’s time for dinner!”
The boy stood up, closed the book, and politely replied, “Coming, Mom.” As the book closed, the cover revealed the title “The Tyrant Son Of The Mafia by Wordsmith Wanderer.”