Damien woke at five AM in the master suite of the Blackwood estate.
He stared at the ceiling, watching the pre-dawn darkness slowly give way to gray morning light.
It's wedding day. He whispered,his thoughts spiraling.
In eleven hours, Aria would walk down that garden path and become his wife.
He'd been waiting for this moment since the night she'd agreed to marry him. Since the moment she'd said yes, even terrified and pregnant and uncertain, she'd said yes.
And now it was here.
He reached for his phone on the nightstand and opened his messages. The last text was from Aria, sent at midnight before they'd gone to their separate rooms.
Can't sleep. Too excited. See you at the altar. I love you.
He'd responded immediately.
I love you too. Both of you. Tomorrow we become a family. Fo
