Alara
I woke up early the next morning, determined to make things right. After what had happened last night, I needed to remind Kaelen why he chose me—why I was the woman he was meant to be with. It wasn’t just about love; it was about showing him I could be everything for him. I wasn’t going to let one mistake, one moment of weakness, define our future.
I hurried down to the kitchen before anyone else was awake. I wasn’t much of a cook, but I knew what I wanted: Kaelen’s favorite dish. It had to be perfect. I found the head cook already preparing the day’s meals.
“Good morning,” I said with as much confidence as I could muster. “I need you to prepare something special for Kaelen. His favorite.”
The cook nodded, already accustomed to my demands. “Of course, Miss Alara. I’ll get started
