The day of the engagement arrived too quickly.
I already woke up and freshened up before the sun fully rose, my heart already restless, as if it had been counting down the hours before I even opened my eyes. The house was alive in a way it hadn’t been before—soft footsteps moving back and forth, low voices murmuring, the faint scent of flowers drifting through the halls.
This was really happening.
Today, Aria Collins or rather Bennett would stand before the city’s elite as Leon Harrington’s fiancée.
I sat up slowly, pressing a hand to my chest. In my first life, mornings like this had existed only in dreams—dreams I’d wake up from to unpaid bills, aching feet, and an empty room and now, here I was, wrapped in silk sheets, about to step into a world that once felt untouchable.
Just the
