Keifer's POV
Engagement bash outshone fantasies — private Thames yacht drifting gentle, mango tree arches framing stars, fairy lights dancing waves. Serina wove family recipes into teary toasts, Rakki owned MC duties hyping chaos, Felix bellowed speeches that cracked us up. Jay-Jay shimmered in white silk, ring catching every gleam, her hand locked forever in mine.
Dances exploded wild: conga lines snaking decks, barefoot sways to slow jams, C-in's viral rant-toasts going "From gangs to gains — love reigns supreme!" Cake fights ensued (her gleeful lead), photo booths overflowed with silly faces.
Moon climbed high, guests mellowing. We slipped to the quiet deck edge, her head nesting perfect on my chest. "This happy?" I murmured, Thames whispering below. "Stupidly, deeply," she grinned up, eyes stars. "You?" "Every beat." London skyline saluted silent. Enemies? Forgotten dust. Family? Ironclad. Ours sparked eternal. Happy endings? Just our beginning.