(Author’s POV)
The morning sun streamed into the Skylar mansion, golden rays painting the dining room with warmth. The long mahogany table was already set for breakfast.
Ryan sat with his newspaper folded in half, sipping his black coffee. Asher, in a casual hoodie, scrolled through his phone, while Owen quietly enjoyed his breakfast, his usual composed air present but with an amused glint in his eyes.
Then Aurora walked in.
The moment she entered, every head lifted. Her cheeks had a delicate flush, her lips curved in the faintest smile, and her eyes sparkled in a way that was impossible to miss.
Ryan was the first to notice. He narrowed his eyes, lowering his coffee cup mid-sip.
“Well, well, someone looks… different this morning” He drawled, his sharp gaze sweeping over her.
“Wha
