Chapter 82 Little Moments

• The mansion had never been this quiet in years. It had always been filled with shouts, yells, updates, and awkward tension over several news developments.
• However, this morning’s silence wasn’t that of fear or uneasiness. It wasn’t out of tension or fear; this was soft and peaceful.
• Aria moved slowly through Damien’s chambers, her fingers lightly brushing the edge of the table as she walked. The curtains were half open, letting in warm morning light that painted everything in gold.