Eva woke that morning with a serene smile. Her relationship with Andrew had blossomed into something she had only dreamed of—a partnership filled with love, passion, and mutual respect. The past few days had been a whirlwind of emotions and stolen moments that left her heart fuller than ever. As she stretched and reached for Andrew, she was reminded of how much her life had changed.

Vanessa had mentioned that Leonard, Alex, and she would be attending a wedding that evening, leaving the mansion quiet and perfect for a romantic night alone. Andrew had smiled devilishly at the news, and Eva couldn’t help but blush at his unspoken plans.

The days leading to Mia and Evander’s wedding had been filled with joy and anticipation. Today, the mansion buzzed with energy as the family prepared for the big event. Eva admired Mia’s excitement as she readied herself in the bride’s suite, her cheeks glowing with happiness.

Evan, meanwhile, was in his own room, radiating nervous energy. Adrien rolled his eyes at his friend's jittery behavior while Evander laughed. “Adrien, don’t be salty. You’ll die single with that attitude,” Evander teased.

“I am not single,” Adrien retorted.

“Who in the world would date you?” Evan joked.

Tristan entered the room, interrupting the banter with a sly smile. “Certainly not me,” he said, smirking.

“Tristan isn’t single anymore,” Alex added, raising his brow as if this were common knowledge.

“Wait. What?” Evan stared, dumbfounded. “Who would date Tristan of all people?”

Andrew’s icy tone cut through the chatter. “Irene.”

The room fell silent as everyone processed this bombshell. Evander’s jaw dropped. “No way! Someone save that poor girl.”

Tristan stood unfazed, his hands in his pockets, waiting for the inevitable onslaught of comments. Leonard entered, glancing between the men. “What’s going on? Why aren’t you all ready yet?”

Evander seized the opportunity. “Uncle, please. You must talk sense into Irene. She can’t date him.”

Leonard’s calm gaze met Tristan’s confident one. “I’m fine with it. Tristan, take care of her.”

Tristan’s smirk grew wider. “Of course, sir.”

The others groaned, while Leonard clapped a hand on Tristan’s shoulder. “Let’s talk privately.”

Leonard led Tristan into a quiet corridor. “I have something to tell you, Tristan. It’s about your parents.”

Tristan’s confident demeanor shifted. “My parents? What about them?”

Leonard hesitated for a moment before speaking. “What if I told you they’re alive?”

Tristan’s eyes widened, his expression unreadable. “You’re joking. That’s not possible.”

Before Leonard could respond, Eva appeared, having caught part of the conversation. “Dad, what’s going on?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Leonard sighed, gesturing for both siblings to sit. He recounted the events of that fateful day: how everyone believed Nora and Asher Foster had perished, but Julian and Leonard had secretly rescued them from Camilla’s grasp. They had been kept hidden in a hospital, recovering from their injuries and years of being in a coma. Now, they were awake and healing.

“My brother and sister-in-law are alive,” Matthew’s voice broke through the tense atmosphere. He had overheard the revelation and now stood in the doorway, his face pale.

“It’s all my fault,” Matthew said, falling to his knees. Tears streamed down his face. “I trusted Camilla, and because of me, my brother and sister-in-law suffered. Everyone suffered.”

Tristan knelt beside Matthew, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t blame yourself. You’ve taken care of Eva and me like we were your own. We’ve never hated you for any of this.”

Julian stepped forward, his voice steady and comforting. “The past is behind us, Matt. What matters now is that they’re alive, and we can build a better future together.”

Amber and Tiara, having joined the conversation, urged everyone to stop crying. “This is supposed to be a happy day,” Amber said firmly. “Mia and Evander are getting married. Let’s focus on celebrating.”

Tiara added, “Besides, Nora and Asher will be attending the wedding as a surprise. Keep it together for their sake.”

As the ceremony began, the atmosphere was charged with joy and love. Mia walked down the aisle, radiant in her wedding gown, handpicked by Tiara and Amber. Evander’s eyes lit up with adoration as he watched his bride approach.

The vows were heartfelt, and as the couple exchanged rings, there wasn’t a dry eye in the room.

When the reception began, Leonard discreetly ushered Nora and Asher into the hall. Gasps filled the room as the siblings were reunited with their parents. Matthew broke down, hugging his brother and sister-in-law tightly. Eva clung to Nora, her tears soaking her mother’s shoulder.

The evening was a perfect blend of love and reconciliation. Families reunited, new bonds were formed, and the Fosters and Kings danced the night away, celebrating not only a marriage but also a new chapter in their lives.

And as Andrew held Eva close during a slow dance, he whispered into her ear, “No matter what comes our way, you’ll always be my queen.”

Eva smiled up at him, her heart full. “And you’ll always be my king.”

In that moment, surrounded by family, love, and laughter, the future seemed brighter than ever.