By the time Amara and Lucien made it back, the celebrations were in full swing. However, there was no sign of Aaran. Amara's heart ached—she still cared about someone who had thrown them aside like a burden.
Who could blame her?
Aaran was the child she and Lucien had waited for over ten years. Yet, it didn't take that brat ten minutes to disown them like they didn't matter.
Lucien was especially angry. For once, he wanted to reveal his truth to the world. At least then, Aaran would suffer along with him. But it was just his angry brain talking. He still loved Aaran more than he realized and would do nothing to endanger his life.
Meanwhile, the guests also stared at them.
High society or not, people just couldn't seem to let go of gossip. Had it been anyone other than Amara, they might have jumped on them to find out what happened.
