The next several days passed in a blur that Riana would later describe as emotionally whiplashing but oddly wholesome.
It began with Raphael’s mother, Rebecca and elegant, sharp-eyed, and terrifyingly perceptive, inviting Riana to Rivera Knight Estate.
“Meeting the family will be good,” Lady Knight had said over the phone, voice warm but unmistakably firm. “Marriage is not just between two people. It’s between worlds.”
Riana had smiled politely while internally screaming.
Now she sat inside Raphael’s private jet, hands folded in her lap, posture far too straight for someone supposed to be relaxed. The cabin was luxurious with cream leather seats, polished wood panels, soft lighting, but none of that calmed her nerves.
Raphael, seated beside her, noticed immediately.
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