Ares
I’m apprehensive as I park in front of the Du Pont mansion. I should be looking forward to celebrating Hannah’s birthday tonight, but things just haven’t been the same between us in a while, and it’s becoming harder for me to ignore it.
With a mere month until our wedding, every issue we’ve ever had seems amplified. Perhaps I’ve just got cold feet, but it feels like more than that. Part of me wonders if the only reason she and I even started dating was the knowledge that we’d end up together eventually, through our arranged marriage.
Except... would we have? The woman my parents wanted me to marry was Raven. If I hadn’t… if that night hadn’t happened, would I be married to Raven now?
I run a hand through my hair and draw a shaky breath. It doesn’t matter now. There’s no going back
