84: Aurora’s return

Aurora’s POV

I entered the hall, a hush fell over the gathered guests, and all eyes turned toward me, their gazes like beams of palpable curiosity. Even the bride and groom, standing solemnly by the altar, were unable to resist stealing glances in my direction.

I could feel the weight of their collective scrutiny, their silent questions hanging in the air like unspoken whispers. But I paid them no mind, my focus trained solely on the reactions playing out before me.

Anna's gaze flickered with surprise, her features momentarily betraying a hint of confusion before she quickly composed herself, smoothing out the wrinkles of uncertainty from her brow. Beside her, Lucas's expression was unreadable, his eyes guarded behind a veil of stoicism.

Ignoring the murmurs that rippled through the crowd, I watched their reactions like a hawk, searching for any hint of recognition, remorse, or perhaps even guilt. But their faces remained inscrutable masks, revealing nothing of the tumultuous emotion