Chapter 25

Five years later, Angelina's new collection stunned Milan Fashion Week. For the finale, she walked the runway holding a little boy. He had a small dimple in his left cheek when he smiled. "Ms. Castilla, what inspired this collection?" a reporter pressed. "Life." Angelina smiled, her fingers brushing the white tulip brooch on her chest. "Every precious moment worth cherishing." In the car home, the boy asked curiously, "Mommy, why did Daddy say we're going to Sicily tomorrow?" Eli met Angelina's eyes in the rearview mirror. "Because it has the world's most beautiful white tulip gardens." Angelina looked out the window. Milan's streets sparkled in the sunlight. That island, once sown with nightmares, now bloomed with flowers symbolizing rebirth. Eli had secretly bought it and transformed the barren cliffs into gardens. "Mommy, are you crying?" the boy asked worriedly. Angelina touched her cheek, surprised to find it wet. "Not crying." She pulled him close. "Happy." That