(Aurora’s POV)
As time progressed, I became increasingly frustrated and irritated as I watched Vivienne virtually hurl herself at Owen. So, before I could do anything that I would later regret, I excused myself from the living room by stating that I would just go to the kitchen and see how the meal preparation was going.
I stepped into the kitchen, my breathing uneven as I leaned against the counter for a moment to collect myself. ‘I need to calm down,’ I thought, running a hand through my hair. Straightening up, I glanced around and saw the maids bustling about.
“Is lunch almost ready?” I asked, my tone sharper than usual.
“Yes, ma’am” One of the maids replied, glancing at me briefly before resuming her work.
I nodded, walking over to inspect the dishes, pretending to busy myself wi
