(Author’s POV)
The next morning began quietly in the Skylar mansion, a deceptive calm before what could turn into a storm. The golden light of dawn filtered through the tall windows, spilling warmth across the dining room table where the family sat for breakfast. The clinking of cutlery and the soft murmur of casual conversation filled the air, yet beneath that ordinary rhythm, Aurora’s heart beat a little faster than usual.
She glanced briefly across the table at Ian, who was sipping his coffee as though nothing unusual was planned for the day. Their secret plan hung between them like an invisible thread. No one suspected a thing.
Ryan was discussing something about his upcoming meeting, Owen was scrolling through his phone reading morning headlines, and Asher sat quietly, his mind cle
