Chapter 38
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They finally lost their perfect composure. Absolutely livid, hurling curses at me.
But weren't they the ones who taught me that power is everything?
They should have seen this coming.
I stood on the street outside, exhaling slowly, watching my breath cloud in the cold air.
Seven years.
Seven years without Aria had been hell.
But at least—
It was finally over.
The next day, flying to Brighton, I couldn't sit still.
Kept checking my reflection in the window.
Tch.
Past thirty and still looking this good.
Checked again.
Was this suit too formal?
Would she think I looked old?
I spotted her!
Dorian mentioned she was heading to the Scottish Highlands.
Thank god I caught her before she boarded—we could go together!
The light turned green. I rushed toward her, heart pounding.
So perfect.
Everything was still possible.
Aria and I—we still had a whole lifetime ahead of us.
