"Hi, Bella."
The words sliced cleanly through the soft orchestra, through the polite murmurs and measured laughter that filled the grand hall.
For a heartbeat, the wedding reception froze.
The voice carried weight, effortless, confident, and familiar in a way that tugged at memory and danger all at once. It wasn't loud, yet it commanded attention like it had every right to exist at the center of the room.
Raya felt it before she fully processed it.
That voice.
Her fingers stiffened slightly where they rested against Adrian's arm.
A ripple of curiosity spread among the guests as heads turned toward the entrance.
And then,
Luca Romano walked in as though the entire hall had been waiting for him.
Not rushed. Not hesitant.
But majestic.
