Chapter 96 Building A Legacy Of Light

The warehouse had once been a crumbling relic of the past, a forgotten space weighed down by time and neglect. But now, it pulsed with life. Warm golden lights bathed the high ceilings, banners hung proudly from steel beams, and a sea of people filled the open space, reporters, community leaders, and local families. The murmur of conversations mixed with the occasional click of cameras, capturing a moment that would change everything. At the center of it all, Mariana stood beside Diego, her fingers laced with his, the slight squeeze of his hand grounding her. She wore a deep emerald dress that complemented her olive skin, her dark curls cascading over her shoulders. Diego, ever composed, donned a sharp charcoal suit, his presence commanding respect even among those who still whispered about his family’s past.