(Author’s POV)
Aurora’s heartbreak and anger slowly transformed into focus. She realized tears wouldn’t help, she needed proof. Amelia was cunning, wearing her mask flawlessly in front of the Skylar brothers, but Aurora had seen cracks like small slips of arrogance and impatience. So, she decided to watch, listen, and record every detail.
She began paying close attention to Amelia’s routines. What time she left her room, how she dressed, whom she spoke to, the expressions that flickered across her face when she thought no one was watching.
Aurora noticed how Amelia’s “fragile” limp disappeared whenever she thought she was alone, only to reappear dramatically whenever Ian was near. Aurora stored each observation in her mind like ammunition, but she needed more than her words, she needed
