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I opened my mouth to speak, but found myself at a loss for words. How could I possibly articulate everything I was feeling right now? Instead, I just smiled softly and leaned in to press another gentle kiss to his lips.

He chuckled softly against my mouth before pulling back slightly. "Let's get going," he said quietly.

Nodding in agreement, I settled back into my seat as Tom started the car again and resumed our journey.

Chapter 28

Tom

Istepped into the Ice Palace, feeling the cool air hit my face like a familiar, old friend. The place had undergone a transformation, thanks to Seraphina Hanson’s investment. State-of-the-art didn’t even begin to cover it. The moment I crossed the threshold, I was hit with the pristine glow of LED lights reflecting off the immaculate ice surface. Each detail, from the freshly polished glass surrounding the rink to the modern seating that stretched around it, screamed excellence.

The ice itself gleamed under the lights, a smooth expanse begging for skates to carve their stories into it. A large digital scoreboard hung above center ice, displaying vivid animations and statistics in real-time. It was clear that Seraphina spared no expense, aiming to create not just an arena but an experience.

Banners of past victories and legendary players lined the walls, giving a sense of history and pride. Among them was a new one for Dean—my brother’s latest triumph in the NHL. Strangely, seeing his name up there didn’t ignite that familiar spark of jealousy. For once, I felt a semblance of peace.

Walking further in, I noticed luxury suites with floor-to-ceiling windows providing an unobstructed view of the ice. They were decked out with plush seating and private bars—ideal spots for high-profile guests or corporate sponsors.

The locker rooms had also received an upgrade. I peered through an open door and saw spacious stalls equipped with custom storage for each player’s gear. The room exuded a sense of camaraderie and professionalism.

I couldn’t help but admire the intricate details—the branded logos embedded in the flooring, the sound system strategically placed to provide an immersive audio experience during games and events. Even the benches had heated seating for those braving long hours on the ice.

It felt surreal being here, knowing this is where Dean played his heart out every game. Yet today, my focus wasn’t on him or our rivalry; it was on appreciating what this arena represented—a culmination of dreams and hard work materialized into something tangible.

As I took it all in, I couldn’t shake off a lingering thought: how much of this grandeur was fueled by sacrifices like mine?

“Tom,” a soft voice called out.

I turned and saw Seraphina Hanson herself. She was six months pregnant. Shit. I didn't fucking realize?—

A pang hit my chest.

What did I care if she was pregnant?

Stunning didn’t even begin to describe her. Her hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders, framing a face that radiated both beauty and determination.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” she said, a warm smile spreading across her lips. “I’d love to show you around.”

Despite the fact that she inherited a legacy, there was only a simple silver band on her left finger. She wore minimal jewelry and inexpensive clothing—a blue blouse that brought out hereyes and black slacks. She could have been any other expectant mother if it weren’t for the undeniable air of authority around her.

“You sure you can?” The words slipped out before I realized how they might sound.

Her lips curved slightly, amusement dancing in her eyes. “You’re as direct as your brother.”

“With all due respect, ma’am,” I replied, my tone firm but respectful. “He learned that from me.”

“Of course he did,” she said, cocking her head slightly, still smiling. “May I?”

“Lead the way,” I said.

We walked through the Ice Palace, the sound of our footsteps echoing off the pristine floors. Seraphina pointed out various features with pride—the luxury suites, the advanced training facilities, the revamped locker rooms.

“This place is incredible,” I admitted as we paused near one of the new player lounges.

“It’s been a labor of love,” she replied, resting a hand on her belly. “We wanted to create something special for the players and the fans.”

Her passion was clear in every word she spoke. Despite her understated appearance, there was no mistaking the fire that drove her.

“I can see that,” I said. “You’ve done an amazing job.”

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