177. Epilogue

Tiffany and Jacob are standing at the entrance of Amalfi Cucina, greeting everyone who comes in. She is wearing a red cocktail dress; her hair twisted up into an elegant bun, while Jacob is wearing his best suit. Today is an important night, after all. Jacob’s hand is resting lightly on the small of her back, a gesture both protective and proud. “Welcome!” Tiffany exclaims, embracing an elderly couple. “We’re so thrilled you could make it, Mr. and Mrs. Rossi.” Jacob nods, shaking Mr. Rossi’s hand. “Your usual table is waiting for you. I hope you’ll find our new menu to your liking.” As the couple moves inside, Jacob’s smile falters slightly. He tugs at his collar, a bead of sweat forming on his brow despite the cool evening air. Tiffany is busy welcoming more guests, her melodic voice carrying across the foyer. Jacob’s eyes scan the crowd until he spots River near the bar. With a quick squeeze of Tiffany’s arm, he murmurs, “I’ll be right back, Scar.” Weaving through the throng of peopl