My heart pounded as I stared at her—the world seemed to tilt on its axis. What was she doing here? Why now? Aurora's appearance made no sense. She wasn't supposed to show up until after I was married to Vincent.
Unless… My thoughts raced. No, no, wait. If I was changing the trajectory of the story, it only made sense that she would arrive earlier. Everything was shifting, every thread of this tale unraveling in new ways.
Aurora was impossible to look away from. Even in her desperate state, she was exactly as the author described her—ethereal. Her beauty was blinding, overshadowing her torn clothes and trembling figure.
I could almost understand Iris' jealousy as I stood in her body. Even Vincent, who moments ago seemed so consumed with fury, couldn't take his eyes off her. A sharp pang shot through me again, twisting like a knife, and I clutched my chest as my knees wobbled.
