Keifer's POV
Next week blurred in golden haze. Injunctions slammed shut on threats — no-contact walls up, Curtis's shady assets frozen solid. Mama vanished into "wellness retreats" (tabloid code for rehab spin), Kaizer sat rotting in a cell. Section E threw the "Siege Slayer" rooftop bash — endless lumpia platters, C-in jetting in for bone-crush hugs, Percy spinning beats that shook the skyline.
Rakki grabbed mic for toast: "Comas to courtrooms — unbreakable AF!" Felix arm-wrestled Calix (Calix dominated), Denzel looped the "epic fails reel" on big screen, Mama's warehouse flop drawing roars. Jay-Jay laughed bright, shadows gone, eyes sparkling pure. Serina swayed dances with Aunty Gemma, old rifts sealed forever.
Night deepened, city lights winking. Caught her by the railing alone, wind tousling her hair. "Happy era starts." Fingered the ring box in my pocket — diamond flanked by blue beads, promise polished fresh. She leaned in, no words needed. Building strong. No rush. Joy hummed electric.