Ara’s POV
I stepped into the bathroom and turned on the tap, splashing cool water on my face. It didn’t help much. The heaviness in my chest remained.
His words echoed in my mind.
Nothing can come between us.
But something already had. Time. Fate. Truth.
I took a long breath and rinsed away the tears that had crept to the edge of my lashes. I couldn't fall apart now—not when Damon had finally started to smile again.
Once I was done freshening up, I stepped out of the bathroom… and froze.
Three maids stood just outside, lined up neatly, their heads slightly bowed. One held a tray of breakfast—steaming tea, fresh fruit, and warm pastries. Another carried a few dresses, gowns, while the last held a box of ornate jewelry and shoes.
“Oh,” I blinked. “What’s all these?”
“The prince's or
