(Aurora’s POV)
The hours felt endless as I stood near the edge of the ballroom, my feet aching in my heels and my energy waning. The constant buzz of conversation, laughter, and music blurred into a monotonous hum. All I wanted was to leave and retreat to the solitude of my room, but Owen was still deeply engaged in conversation, his charismatic demeanor captivating everyone around him.
I glanced in his direction, my nervousness stopping me from approaching him. ‘Would he be annoyed if I interrupted?’ I didn’t dare to find out. Instead, I stayed rooted in my spot, silently hoping he would eventually notice my exhaustion.
Minutes dragged by, feeling like hours. I shifted on my feet, trying to stay composed despite my growing discomfort. Finally, I noticed Owen’s gaze flicker toward me. E
