Did she get back with Alexander?

Aurora stepped into the tiny basement room, her gaze sweeping over the miserable sight before her. Luna didn't even know what to say. Aurora had suffered far worse than just being locked in a basement, but seeing the reality of it still made her blood boil.

Even though she had inherited the original Aurora's memories, witnessing the wretched conditions firsthand sent a cold wave of disgust through her. The air was thick with dampness, and the stench of mold clung to the crumbling walls, which were stained with years of neglect. The dim, flickering bulb cast eerie shadows across the narrow space, making it feel even more suffocating.

This was meant to be her room—if one could even call it that. A daughter of the Smith family, yet she was treated worse than a servant. Even the maids had proper bedding, yet all she had was a hard, uneven floor. Aurora scoffed, shaking her head at the sheer cruelty of it all.