This time there were no legal agreements, no forced signatures, no father controlling the moment — just two people choosing each other of their own free will.

High society didn’t turn kind overnight. People still stared at the mark on her cheek and whispered when they thought she couldn’t hear.

The difference was that Rosalie no longer let their opinions decide her worth.

With part of her mother’s inheritance, she founded a legal shelter for women who’d been wrongfully institutionalized or drugged by relatives after control of their money — legal defense, medical help, safe housing.

“Not everyone has a hidden notebook, or someone willing to fight beside them,” she said at the opening. “Justice should never come down to luck.”

Two years later, Rosalie gave birth to a daughter. They named her Lorelei.