“Not at all.”

“Then stop making decisions for me in the name of my freedom.”

He smiled. “You’re right.”

“I intend to be,” she said.

They held a second wedding months later, in the small stone chapel at the edge of the estate. No press, no corrupt businessmen, no gossiping crowd.

Naomi was maid of honor, Manuel’s sister stood as witness, and Rosalie wore a simple dress without a veil, walking the short aisle with complete confidence.