CHAPTER FIFTEEN — CHARLOTTE’S ARRIVAL (Liana’s POV)The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of the guest suite like it was afraid to wake us.I opened my eyes to find Adrian already dressed (or half-dressed): black trousers, white shirt unbuttoned, tie loose around his neck. He stood at the wardrobe, staring at his reflection in the mirror, fingers frozen on the top button.I sat up slowly, sheet pooling around my waist.“Adrian?”He turned, the cold mask cracking just a little when he saw me.“Just glimpses,” he said, voice rough. “The wedding. A dinner where I… left you sitting alone. Nothing more.”I nodded, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.“Get dressed,” I said. “Liam’s waiting, and Eleanor won’t let us forget we’re under her roof.”He finished buttoning his shirt with mechanical precision, the old Adrian’s habits bleeding through.I slipped into a black dress (simple, severe, armor), tied my hair back, and slid on heels that clicked like warnings on th
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