Dominic's POV
Instead, it was Lorenzo who came to find us.
When he arrived, Adriana and I were both at my place, the shutters half-drawn against the street, a bottle of Barolo breathing untouched on the sideboard.
"What do you need?" Adriana asked, cutting straight to the point. She didn't offer him a chair. In this house you earned a seat.
He hesitated for a moment, glancing at me awkwardly before speaking. "Adriana, you know how Nora and I grew up together. We were each other's first love. Even though we've cut ties and come back around a few times, there's still something between us."
Pausing for a second, his thumb brushing once along the inside of his lapel, he continued, "I was wrong to walk away during our last fight. This time, I want to make things right. I want to declare myself and ask her to come back to me. Can you two help me out?"
If I hadn't lived through what I did in my first life, I might have laughed in his face and told him outright that Nora loved me, not him, and she would never agree to take him back, so he should just give up.
But because I had lived through it, I knew the truth. Deep down, Nora still cared for him. They were meant to be together.
"Of course. That's easy enough to arrange," Adriana said with an encouraging smile, though her thumb was already toying with the heavy signet ring, still deciding. "You two have a history, and it's obvious she hasn't moved on. If you declare yourself, I'm sure it'll work out."
Hearing that, a confident smile spread across Lorenzo's face and lingered a beat too long. When he looked at me, there was a glint of triumph in his eyes.
But I didn't think much of it and brushed it aside.
Two days later, Adriana and Nora's people worked out the details for the declaration. They decided the perfect setting would be a night out past the edge of the territory, at a country estate where a fire-dancing troupe performed for the families. True feelings, they said, reveal themselves in moments of excitement and chaos.
When we arrived, the crowd was massive, made men and their women pressed shoulder to shoulder under the dark. Since I had no love for packed spaces where a man couldn't see who stood behind him, I planned to wait on the sidelines.
But Lorenzo wouldn't let me off the hook. As the crowd swelled, he grabbed my arm and pulled me right into the thick of it.
Soon enough, we found ourselves at the very front, where the view of the performance was crystal clear.
As the show began, fire erupted into dazzling sparks, lighting up the dark night.
Standing too close, Lorenzo flinched, startled by the flying embers. Instinctively, he leaned toward Nora for cover.
Noticing his discomfort, Nora's lips curved into a playful smile. Linking her arm with his, she teased, "You know you're scared of fire. Why would you come up this close? Are you silly?"
"Well, as long as you're here, I'm not afraid of anything," he said, his tone soft and sincere.
Her eyes filled with warmth as she held his hand tightly. Her free hand, I noticed, had gone still at her side.
In that moment, a memory from my first life flooded my mind. I remembered how things were just after Nora and I had bound ourselves to each other, in secret, the way a Family daughter keeps a lower-ranked man hidden.
Back then, I was full of hope for our future. I threw myself into it, handling every small thing around the house so she would feel cared for. I wanted her to feel like she truly belonged, that she had a home.
But one night, after she'd had too much to drink, I overheard her on the phone with Lorenzo.
"I feel like I have no man," she said, her voice slurred. "Just some old don who has to run my whole life. It's so annoying. He drives me crazy."
Then, laughing softly, she added, "But you, you're different. You know how to give me room to breathe. You never make me feel like I'm being watched."
That memory hit me like a punch in the gut, and before I could dwell on it any longer, chaos erupted nearby.
A small dog darted out of nowhere, sending the crowd into a frenzy. People screamed and stumbled to get clear.
The commotion jolted me back to the present just as the dog charged toward me.
I reached out to pull Adriana back, but before I could, someone shoved me hard from behind.
I lost my balance and stumbled past the safety line, finding myself dangerously close to the burning materials, the heat licking up at my face.
The crowd's shouts and warnings blended into one chaotic roar.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure running toward me through the press of bodies.
For a brief moment, hope flickered in my chest. Was Nora coming for me?
But no.
She rushed past me without hesitation and went straight to Lorenzo, who had also been pushed past the safety line.
What am I even hoping for?
I wanted to laugh at myself, but it felt too hollow. All I could feel was the sting of irony.
Thankfully, Adriana appeared just in time. She hauled me back over the safety line and steadied me as I limped on a wrenched ankle.
As we stepped clear of the crowd, she turned to me, her voice bright with excitement. "The setup for the declaration's ready. Let's get back and see how it goes."
Dominic's POV
Adriana pulled me toward the front entrance of the country inn.
Hanging from the old tree by the door were heart-shaped lights, each one shimmering softly in the evening breeze. Among them were tokens of their past: handwritten letters and photographs of the two of them together.
Standing beneath the tree, Lorenzo held a bouquet of pink roses, Nora's favorite. His voice trembled slightly as he poured his heart out to her.
Nora froze, clearly caught off guard by the whole spectacle.
The gentle wind moved past, unsettling my supposedly steady thoughts. I couldn't help but feel that even the night itself was testifying to what lay between them. They were meant to be together. That was the best arrangement for everyone.
The crowd around us began to cheer and clap. Their voices rose in unison. "Say yes. Say yes."
Joining them, I clapped along and called out, "Say yes to him."
Nora's head snapped toward me, her face a mix of shock and disbelief. "Dominic, have you lost your mind? I'm your woman."
"What?" Adriana, who had been watching in silence until now, went very still, her hand frozen on the signet ring. Her eyes widened in disbelief. "She's your woman?"
