Sonia’s POV
The morning after the dinner felt like waking up in a different life.
The sunlight came through my window in long, soft ribbons, warm, golden, and impossibly gentle, as though the world had decided to treat me kindly for once. For a long while, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to piece together everything that had happened the night before.
Alexander’s words still echoed through me.
“I’m ready to take Sonia as my wife.”
Even now, remembering it made my heart thud against my ribs like it was trying to climb out of my chest. It felt surreal, too big, too sudden, too beautiful to be real.
And yet, it was.
I could still see the roses on the table. Still feel the warmth of his fingers brushing mine. Still hear Clara’s delighted gasp, the faint tremor in her vo
