Six months later.
Aria stood in a glass-walled boardroom, looking over the skyline.
Behind her was a plaque:
> Vale Industries
Where Tomorrow is Human.
Lucien entered, now head of humanitarian ventures. No more suits. No more secrets.
He walked up to her, placed a ring on the table.
Not flashy. Not overbearing.
Just simple. Elegant.
"You don't have to say yes now," he murmured.
She took it and slid it onto her finger without a word.
Then smiled.
"I already did."