(Aria’s POV)The first thing I noticed when I woke was the sound of rain easing away. The city felt freshly washed, like even the sky had decided to start over. Damon was already up, somewhere beyond the half-open bedroom door; I could hear the low murmur of his voice on the phone, measured and sure.For a moment I stayed still, tracing the memory of the night before—his promise, the way he’d held me as if the world outside could wait. Then I slipped out of bed, wrapped myself in his shirt, and padded toward the smell of coffee.He stood by the window, dressed in dark gray, tie loosened, a cup in his hand. When he saw me, something in his expression softened.“Morning,” he said, voice low.“Morning,” I murmured back. “You’ve been up for a while.”“Board meeting at eight. And the gala tonight.”The word gala dropped between us, fragile and heavy. My first real public appearance as Mrs. Hale. The thought made my stomach twist,
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