Aurora pov

The next morning, Manuel and I took a shower together before leaving the bedroom. Warm steam still clung to my skin as we stepped into the quiet hallway. The faint scent of soap followed us, mixing with the distant aroma of something cooking.

Voices drifted from the kitchen, it was Isabel’s sharp tone and Caroline’s softer one. Manuel and I exchanged a quick glance before walking toward them.

Caroline noticed us first. She turned from the counter, wiping her hands on a kitchen ...