(Aurora’s POV)
The sun was setting outside, casting a warm glow through the grand windows of the Skylar mansion. I stepped out of my room, stretching my limbs after hours spent curled up with a book. The quietness of the house was almost deafening. I hadn’t seen papa or my husbands after the morning encounter with Owen and the solitude was beginning to feel heavy.
I made my way to the living room. As I entered, my steps faltered. Ian was sitting on the large couch, his eyes glued to the TV screen, engrossed in a football match. The energy of the game was evident in his posture, leaned slightly forward, hands resting on his knees, a faint expression of excitement on his face.
I hesitated, unsure whether to retreat or announce my presence. Just then, one of the maids entered behind me.
