Chapter 84

• Aurora’s POV
• The dinner table was set with elegant precision, a feast of assorted meats, salads, and an array of meticulously arranged side dishes. The dim light of the chandelier cast a soft glow over the room, highlighting the glossy sheen of the cutlery and the rich, deep hues of the tablecloth. Aurora sat gracefully at the head of the table, her posture exuding a blend of elegance and weariness. I watched her intently, my gaze drawn to her full, inviting lips that seemed to whisper promises of forgotten passion. Despite my longing, I restrained myself, aware that her attention was occupied by her guest.
• Aurora was dressed in a striking ensemble—a pair of sleek black jeans paired with a vibrant red tank top that accentuated her radiant complexion. She exuded a quiet confidence, her every movement deliberate and poised. Opposite her sat Raul, a figure who bore the visible marks of his recent trials. His pallor and the gauntness of his frame spoke of the hardships he had endured while imprisoned by Aurora’s father. His once-strong posture had become somewhat stooped, and his eyes, though filled with gratitude, revealed a depth of exhaustion.