(Author’s POV)
Next morning, sunlight streamed softly through the curtains of Amelia’s guest room, casting a golden hue across the neatly arranged space. But she didn’t move. Instead, she sat up in bed, her back resting against the headboard, lost in a sea of thoughts. Her mind replayed every word from her conversation with Ian the previous night, the glow in his eyes when he spoke about Aurora, the reverence in his voice, the unwavering love all four brothers shared for their wife.
It burned. That kind of love. Unshakeable. Immovable. Complete.
Amelia curled her knees to her chest and hugged them, resting her chin on top.
“They adore her,” She whispered bitterly to herself.
“I’m nothing like her”.
Her gaze shifted toward the window, where the world outside carried on peacefully. B
