Aurora's POV
"I can't, Clara," I protested, thinking of Oliver. "I have to go back. Oliver is in Canada for an emergency, but he said he'd be back later tonight. I should be there when he arrives."
"Later tonight could mean three in the morning, Aurora! He's a King; he's going to be in meetings and signing treaties. You're going to sit in that big, empty house by yourself and spiral over Raymond?" She leaned in, her voice pleading. "Just a few hours. A little fun won't kill you. You need to celebrate your 'jackpot' anyway!"
I hesitated. The thought of the silent penthouse and the shadows in the corner of the bedroom made me shiver. "Maybe you're right. A little fun might help take my mind off... everything."
"That's my girl!" she chirped.
We spent the rest of the afternoon gisting, laughing as she recounted all the drama I'd missed at the club over the last few days. But as evening approached, I realized I couldn't go back to my apartment to change.
