Aria woke to sunlight streaming through the guest room windows at the Blackwood estate.
For a moment, she lay still, disoriented by the unfamiliar room. Then memory flooded back.
Its our wedding day.
Today, she would marry Damien Blackwood.
She reached for her phone on the nightstand. Six-thirty AM. The ceremony wasn't until four PM, but sleep was clearly finished for the day.
Her stomach fluttered with nerves—or maybe morning sickness, though that had mostly passed now at twelve weeks pregnant. Probably nerves.
She placed her hand on her belly, feeling the small bump that was becoming more noticeable each day. She was twelve weeks pregnant now—the end of her first trimester.
"Good morning, Emma," she whispered softly. "Today's the day your parents get married. Your daddy is probabl
