(Author's POV)
"She doesn't need to be managed by a committee." He said it pleasantly, but his gaze moved sideways - a brief, deliberate glance at Arthur in the armchair and Serena on the far sofa. "Some of us have our own homes to return to."
Arthur's expression went stiff. Serena pressed her lips together and said nothing, though the set of her jaw made it clear she had opinions she was choosing not to voice.
Eleanor looked between them all and decided, wisely, not to push the point tonight.
(Aurora's POV)
By the time we finally settled into one of the estate's guest rooms, it was past midnight. I changed and got into bed, pulling the covers up and staring at the ceiling.
My mind wouldn't stop.
The pregnancy. The ultrasound sitting in my bag. The exhibition hall with its lights co
