Falling for the Disgraced Heir
Just the way his thumb strokes the inside of her wrist, grounding her, changing the meaning of everything that comes after.
Applause is tentative, then sincere. The families remain separate, but respectful. No lines crossed. No wounds reopened.
As the gathering disperses, the sky finally gives in.
Rain begins to fall—soft at first, then steadier, washing the air clean.
Julia steps under the awning, watching the drops streak the ground. Brandon joins her, slipping his jacket around her shoulders without comment.
She looks up at the darkening sky, feeling oddly complete.
“Funny,” she says. “The rain always used to mean something was about to fall apart.”
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