DAMIEN’S POV
She was perfect. Aria glided into the dining hall with a dazzling smile, her gown swishing behind her. The look on Vivienne’s face was priceless. The future mother of my child almost spilled her drink as she gawked at Aria, who was infinitely more beautiful than she was. It was a show to remember, one I suspected most of the attendants would.
She sat beside me, giving me a kiss on the cheek. It lingered, her lips on my skin, restarting a flame I had feared would never be rekindled. She pulled away, her eyes shining.
“I am yours,” she whispered loud enough for all to hear at the table. My brother was hiding his smirk behind his champagne glass. Vivienne shot to her feet, her hand protectively over her stomach.
“What the f**k is this?”
I glanced up lazily at Vivienne. “What
