(Aurora’s POV)
I was sitting on the edge of my bed, my fingers grazing the soft fabric of my dress as I replayed the conversation with Owen in my mind.
A small, involuntary smile crept onto my lips.
I had been so nervous, so unsure of where I stood in this forced marriage. From the beginning, I had only thought about fulfilling papa’s wish, to bring his sons together, to heal the wounds that had divided them for years.
That had been my only purpose…or at least, that’s what I thought.
But tonight, something shifted.
My heart fluttered, a soft, unfamiliar feeling. A warmth. A strange butterish sensation that left me both giddy and confused. I had expected resentment. I had prepared myself for a life of obligation, nothing more. But now… now I was choosing to be here.
Not just for papa
