Aurora POV

A loud laughter filled the living room as Ria and I enjoyed ourselves, the kind of laughter that bounced off the walls and warmed the air.

We were on our second bottle now. Ria was the one who drank most, and she was still close to being drunk. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes slightly glassy, and every time she laughed, her head tilted back dramatically as if the ceiling itself had told her a joke.

“I have accepted fate. I don't think I will find a second chance mate,” Ria ...