Aurora's heels clicked softly against the pavement as she approached Lucas's mansion.
She wore a white blouse tucked into tailored trousers, exuding a quiet confidence, though her steps grew heavier the closer she came to the door.
On her hair was a small, decorated hair clip—glittering faintly under the afternoon light.
Aurora reached up and touched it, her fingers grazing the sparkling surface. A smile crept onto her lips.
Aria had insisted on giving her that clip earlier, a sweet reminder from her daughter before Leo wrapped his arms around her in a goodbye hug.
Aria had added her own touch to it, gluing tiny bits of glitter onto the petals of the clip.
Aurora had worn it for them, a symbol of their love and her courage. But now, standing at the door of Lucas's mansion, that courage faltered.
She hesitated.
This was it.
