Rose's Point Of View
Streetlights blurred past us in a haze of post-dinner bliss, the hum of Mason's car engine providing a steady, comforting bassline to the music drifting from the radio. I leaned back against the leather seat, a sleepy smile spreading across my face as I replayed the evening in my mind, how perfect it had been, how right everything felt.
We had just watched Seraphina step toward the estate gates, her silhouette tall and confident as always, her shoulders squared against the world.
"She's such a powerhouse, isn't she?" I murmured, watching her diminishing figure in the side mirror. The streetlight caught her hair, making it gleam like spun copper. "I don't know how she deals with those people every single day. The Moores would crush anyone else."
