A Crumbled Vow

Adam met Aurora's piercing gaze, and for a moment his lips moved as if to begin, but he hesitated. Finally, he let out a long sigh, his expression heavy with the weight of what he was about to reveal.

"Tell me," Aurora pressed, her eyes unwavering, refusing to let him back away this time.

Adam opened his mouth again. "Your father is the ma—"

Before he could finish, Stella's voice rang out from across the hall, cutting through the moment like a blade. "Adam! Where have you been?" Her tone was sharp with urgency as she approached them briskly, her eyes flicking suspiciously to Aurora. "The priest has arrived. We need to greet him together so the ceremony can begin."

Adam shot Aurora an apologetic glance. "We'll continue this after the wedding, I promise," he said hurriedly before moving to follow Stella.