Alexander stood frozen, his mind a whirlwind of confusion as he replayed the day's events. The Aurora he once knew—timid and unassuming—seemed like a distant memory. The woman before him exuded a refined, almost intimidating aura, her every move imbued with an elegance he had never associated with her. She felt like an entirely different person. Was this the real Aurora, long hidden beneath a façade, or had she become this cold and unyielding after that incident?
His thoughts darkened as his gaze sharpened. If she had dared to manipulate his grandfather with her once-soft demeanor, she was far more cunning than he'd ever imagined. A bitter scoff escaped his lips, though he said nothing aloud. With a final glare, he turned on his heel and strode away, his mind a storm of unanswered questions.
