(Author’s POV)
The solemn stillness in the air deepened as the clock ticked forward. The staff moved quietly in the background, the mansion wrapped in subdued shades of silence.
Owen remained seated with Mark and Sophie, their presence offering a calm, grounded comfort.
And then, Ryan descended the staircase. Dressed in a tailored black suit, his usually sharp and confident features were subdued today, eyes dimmed, jaw tight, hands clenched into fists at his side.
He approached slowly, giving a respectful nod to Aurora’s parents before shaking Mark’s hand and accepting Sophie’s soft embrace.
Shortly after, Asher appeared, his walk slower than usual. Though always the charming one, today his charm was buried beneath sorrow. There were no dramatic words, no usual wit, just a quiet hug t
