Three months later.

Spring had arrived in New York, decorating Central Park in blooming white cherry blossoms and fresh green grass.

Inside the historic St. Patrick’s Cathedral on Fifth Avenue, over two hundred guests gathered for baby Stella’s baptism. The venue was filled with soft organ music, white roses, and warm sunlight filtering through the stained-glass windows.

In the front row sat former judges, law partners, charity leaders, and reformed neighborhood business owners who had once lived under the shadow of the old mob wars.

Sadi stood at the marble altar wearing an exquisite cream lace dress, holding three-month-old Stella, who wore a traditional christening gown made of Italian silk.

Roman stood beside her, wearing a tailored navy suit, looking impossibly proud and handsome as he held his wife’s hand.

The priest blessed the baby with holy water, declaring her name clearly through the cathedral: "Stella Vance Moretti."

As the crowd erupted into warm applause, Roman’s former lieutenant, Dante—who now served as the chief of security for the Vance Foundation—stepped up, offering a small wooden box to Roman and Sadi.

Inside rested the original gold key to the Starlight Diner, newly polished and mounted on a velvet plaque engraved with the words: Where Kings Bow to Queens.

"From all the guys, Boss," Dante said, his voice unusually gruff with emotion. "To the real boss of New York—little Stella."

Sadi laughed softly, leaning against Roman’s arm as he pulled his wife and daughter close against his chest.