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ers hung from the high ceilings, their crystal droplets reflecting the light like a thousand tiny stars. It was a cele

in place, but her eyes kept darting around the room, searching for faces she didn't recognize, looking fo

sture might have seemed affectionate to an outsider, but she could hear the

, taking a deep bre

omething unreadable passing through them be

seemed almost outdated compared to Damien's sleek, modern style. Aria recognized one of them-Vincenzo Ros

he music. "You've done well for yourself. A beautiful wife and a succes

ng. "Vincenzo," he replied smoot

ng, as if he were weighing her value. "And this must be the new Mrs. Salvatore," he said, taking her ha

without seeming rude. There was something predatory about the way he look

hosen well, Damien," he said, a sly smile playing on his lips

es. "As they should be," he replie

ut she kept her face neutral, knowing this was part of the act. She was

s-something dark and calculating. "A word of advice, my friend," he continued, lowering hi

ning painfully. "I'm well aware," he said, his voice

rrender. "Just a friendly warning," he said. "I'd

sharp, almost preda

each ready to strike at any moment. She let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding when

he asked once he

er of the room, away from prying eyes and ears. When they were alone, he turned to

e shot back, unable to hide

lash out. But instead, he took a deep breath, his gaze soften

fleeting moments-when she thought she saw a glimpse of the real Damien beneath the mask. But

d, pulling away from him.

er wrist. "Don't go far," he warne

gaze head-on. "Why do you ne

oss his face. "Because," he said softly, almost too softly for he

go, her heart pounding in her chest. He was an enigma, a puzzle she couldn't solve. And the mor

he garden doors. She needed air, needed space to think. The party was suffocati

en was dimly lit, the path illuminated by small lanterns that cast a soft, golden lig

er she got from the mansion, the more relaxed she felt. For the first time sin

she th

ng the

e shadows, his smile easy and disarming. He looked like he belonged in the moon

rying to keep her voice steady. "

can be," he agreed. "But you handl

sure what

y the role well, Aria. The perfect wife. But I wonder,"

ulse quickening. "I don't kn

f hair behind her ear. The gesture was intimate, almost tender. "You're not l

s hand lingering on her skin. "You shouldn

ping closer. "And that's the problem, isn't i

of something she wasn't sure she wanted. She needed to get away, needed to

he said, trying

ding her in place. "Don't

could react, he lea

ve through her. For a moment, she was frozen, her mind blan

are you doing

hat it feels like to be wanted," he said si

towards the mansion, half-expecting to see Damien

u've just done," she whis

k of genuine regret. "I think I do," he

appeared into the shadows, leaving her alon