Chapter 43 Claimed Before All

• Aurora straightened her dress, glancing at her reflection in the mirror on the wall. Her heartbeat was steady, though her thoughts raced. She knew what she had to do next return to Damian. Every step mattered. She had to ensure her composure was flawless, even if the room she was walking back to would be filled with prying eyes and calculating smiles.
• As she left her chambers, the faint echo of her footsteps filled the hallway. The house was alive with the murmur of voices and the occasional burst of laughter from the drawing room. Aurora walked with purpose, her silk robe flowing around her like liquid moonlight.
• She entered the grand hall once more, her entrance catching the attention of the guests scattered across the room. Glasses clinked, whispers followed her, but she paid them no mind. Her focus was on Damian, who stood near the hearth, his presence commanding as always. His dark eyes found hers immediately, a flicker of amusement dancing in them.