Minutes later, Silver emerged in a simple yet elegant cream dress. Her hair was pinned up, makeup light but stunning. Lorenzo watched her silently as she walked to the car, his eyes trailing her movements with subtle admiration. Riccardo gave a low whistle.
"Divorce certificate never looked so good," he muttered.
The car ride was quiet, the tension thick. Silver stole glances at Lorenzo, noting the way his hands gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly.
"You okay?"
"Peachy," he muttered.
When they arrived at the civil affairs building, they saw Ryder waiting by the stairs. He looked good, annoyingly so, dressed in a navy suit that screamed wealth and elegance. But there was a slight shift in his expression when he saw Silver step out of the sleek black car, Lorenzo right behind her, hand brushing her lower back possessively.
