Elyse's wedding was magic—her gown a galaxy, Julian's tech a sky of light. Alistair beamed, the Langstons whole. Her vows rang: "I choose you, all of me." Julian's smile was her world. "And I choose all of you."
Their honeymoon was purpose—her doctor's skills aiding quakes, her scientist's tech rebuilding. Her mafia faded, her investor's wealth restored. Her designs clothed towns, her scholar's words lit hope.
Pregnant, Elyse led her institute, her hacker skills its shield. The Marrows begged; she turned away. Alistair retired, naming her head. Her scientist's vision guided the Langstons.
Julian kissed her under stars. "You're infinite."
"We're infinite," she said.
Her locket gleamed. Her identities—doctor, hacker, designer, investor, mafia queen, scholar, scientist—were her crown. Elyse was home, her story eternal.
The End