The sun had long dipped below the Milan skyline, leaving a blanket of twilight stars overhead. A soft breeze carried the distant hum of city life, but up here — on the rooftop where everything had begun — the world was still.Elena stood near the ledge in a simple, elegant ivory gown. Her hair was loosely pinned, strands gently swaying in the wind. There was no crowd. No extravagant display. Just the city, the sky, and the man she had chosen.Dino stepped beside her, dressed in a tailored black suit. His hand found hers.They had decided on a private ceremony, witnessed only by Capello, Luciana, Isabella, and Tomiwa. No altar, no press, no pretenses — just truth and love.A string quartet played softly nearby, while a close family friend — a retired priest who once aided Capello in the darkest times — officiated. His voice trembled as he spoke the final words.“By the power vested in me, and witnessed by the heavens, I pronounce you husband and wife. Dino, you may kiss your bride.”Di