Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed by Roman Knight: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 15

The gala that she’d signed herself up for, put her in a crisis. I have nothing to wear, how am I gonna look presentable? Just when it felt as though her thoughts would explode out of her head, someone knocked on the door. A maid whom she recognized as Mara dropped a box. Aria raised an eyebrow at the scowl on her face. Well, if she thought of her as a proud vixen, she might as well fit herself fully into that role. “From who?”, she asked making her voice as proud as possible, looking down at her through her nose. Mara looked angry enough to have a heart attack, almost making Aria break her role. “From Miss Isabella,” after saying that she left as quickly as she could. Why would she send me a dress? This can’t be a trick… right?. She opened the box and inside was a beautiful peach colored silk gown,. It had a deep V-cut and was adorned with lovely pearls. It was positively the most beautiful dress she’d ever seen. With a newfound excitement, Aria put on the dress

It seemed where they'd been wasn't the main banquet, The guests were now seated in a large hall. The only difference between that hall and the one they were in previously was a glass demarcation. Everyone was already seated in what could easily be understood as an obvious hierarchy. The ladies who tried to bully her earlier were at the back, some older men including Isabella father were seated at the middle of the group and at the very front was Miss Rothewell, and surprisingly Grandfather Grey. Between the two at the very center were two empty seats. Aria didn't need to think over it as Roman was already walking over. As she was led over, she pondered on who exactly Grandfather Grey was for him to be seated there. Once Roman was seated as though they were waiting for him, the event started. Rows and rows of jewelry was brought in. Arias eyes sparkled as she sat glued to each piece. The conversations gradually faded as the lights dimmed. A single spotlight illuminated

Her face scrunched up in discomfort. The heat of the sun made her feel like a flower left to dry in the desert. She lifted her hand to block her face only to be hit with an intense wave of pain in her temple. “You're up, good.” She didn't need to look to know who it was, but she did anyway. That was one of the things—she could never pass up an opportunity to see him. Slowly, Lena sat up. She took in her surroundings, Sunlight poured through wide windows, warming honey-colored wooden floors. The walls were a soft cream, decorated with framed photographs and shelves lined with books. A comfortable armchair by the window held a half-finished novel. The faint scent of coffee and cedar lingered in the air, making the space feel lived in. A guitar leaned against the wall. The room had a comforting feel to it, much unlike the owner. Others might not know, but she knew better—the kind of man Lucien Hayes really was. “How did I get here?” she asked. “You don't rememb