He pulls me against him and kisses me in front of two hundred people and I kiss him back with everything I have, with all the love and joy and relief that we made it, we actually made it, we survived everything they threw at us and came out the other side.
Everyone is clapping and cheering and I can hear Rafael wolf-whistling and Matteo laughing and none of it matters except Enzo's arms around me and his mouth on mine and the knowledge that this is real.
We're married.
We're actually married.
He pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against mine.
"Hello, Mrs. Bianchi," he says quietly.
"Hello, Mr. Bianchi."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"Forever."
"Forever," I agree.
And then we're walking back down the aisle together, hand in hand, husband and wife, and everyone is throwing flower petals and cheering and I'm laughing and crying at the same time.
At the end of the aisle Matteo is waiting with Alessia beside him, and when we reach them, he pulls me into a hug.
"Congratulations," he says into my ear. "I'm so happy for you."
"Thank you," I whisper back. "For everything. For understanding. For letting us?—"
"You're my sister. I want you happy. That's all I've ever wanted." He pulls back and looks at Enzo. "Take care of her."
"Always," Enzo says simply.
Matteo nods and then Luca is hugging me and Bianca is crying and Rafael is clapping Enzo on the back and everyone is talking at once.
The reception is a blur of food and dancing and toasts that make me laugh and cry in equal measure.
Rafael gives a speech about how Enzo used to be fun before he fell in love and now he's just insufferably happy all the time.
Matteo gives a speech about how he's gained a brother and only threatened to kill him twice this year which is real progress.
Dante gives a speech so short it's basically just "Congratulations, don't fuck it up."
And through all of it Enzo keeps his hand in mine, his thumb moving in those same small circles, grounding me, reminding me this is real.
When we finally escape to be alone—to the villa Matteo gave us as a wedding gift, private and perfect and ours—Enzo carries me over the threshold and sets me down gently in the middle of the living room.
"Well," I say, looking around at our home. "We did it."
"We did it," he agrees.
"No more hiding. No more sneaking around. No more people trying to keep us apart."
"Just you and me."
"Forever."
"Forever," he repeats, and pulls me close.
