Lucy’s pov :
The mansion's driveway felt like a runway as I paced near the gates, my boots crunching on the gravel, heart doing somersaults in my chest. The regret from earlier still lingered like a faint echo, running from that engagement, missing out on what could have been with Ronan, but calling him had been impulsive, bold, a step toward fixing it.
Now, as his sleek black SUV pulled up exactly on time, butterflies erupted in my stomach. Gods, what if he thought this was too forward? Me, who'd bolted from our arranged mating, now initiating a date? But Grandpa's words rang in my ears: make it right on your terms. This was me trying.
The door swung open, and there he was, Ronan Silverfang, stepping out with that effortless alpha grace, his silver hair tousled by the January w
