Chapter 42 Just Us

• The sunrise broke over the horizon in hues of gold and pale rose, painting the world in soft, forgiving light. In the quiet stillness of the secluded estate, wrapped in trees and shielded from the world, Aurelia stood in front of the mirror.
• Her dress was simple. No frills. No glittering sequins or ornate veil. Just white silk that clung to her frame like water and left her shoulders bare. Her hair fell down her back in soft, undone waves, and around her neck, she wore the only jewelry she wanted—a slender gold chain, and at the end of it, a tiny key.
• Callum had given it to her this morning.