Aurora stood in front of the mirror, smoothing her blouse and taking a deep breath.
She couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves swirling in her stomach.
She heard the sound of a car pulling up, and her heart raced.
It was Tristan, here to pick her up personally.
"Are you ready?" he asked, stepping out of the car with an air of authority.
His confidence made her feel a bit more secure.
"Um, I think so," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just hope I don't mess everything up."
"Don't worry. You'll do great," Tristan said, giving her a reassuring nod. "Let's go. You've got this."
As they walked out of the estate, Aurora caught sight of Daemon leaning against the doorway, arms crossed and a frown etched on his face.
She hesitated for a moment, her heart sinking.
Daemon had been tense about her working, and she could feel the weight of his gaze.
