Morning sunlight filtered weakly through the dusty curtains, but it brought no warmth. Aurora sat curled on the edge of her mother’s old couch, still in the same clothes from last night, staring at the newspaper sprawled across the coffee table.

Her face filled the front page.

Her broken, tear-streaked face.

> “Heiress Turned Hysteric Aurora Veyra’s Wedding Day Collapse.”

The headline screamed betrayal, but not Damien’s or Selene’s. The press had twisted it into hers. In photo ...