Oliver's POV
The morning sun began to crawl across the floor, painting the room in a warmth that felt like a fresh start. I didn't want to leave the bed. I didn't want to face the world, the Council, or the messy fallout of the gala. I just wanted to stay here, in this bubble, where it was just Oliver and Aurora.
I leaned over and began to wake her with soft, lingering kisses on her temple and her cheek. She stirred, a small, beautiful smile touching her lips before she even opened her eyes.
"Good morning," she whispered, her voice sleepy and sweet.
"Good morning," I replied, smiling back at her. I felt a surge of hope. Maybe I really could bury Raymond. Maybe we could be happy.
I reached for my phone on the nightstand—my official phone—and pulled up the booking confirmation I had made earlier that morning while she was still asleep. I held the screen out so she could see it.
