**AURORA**
I square my shoulders and descend the staircase, my heart pounding with each step. The chatter in the living room grows louder as I approach. Everyone is engrossed in conversation, champagne flutes in hand, while Zara continues cutting the cake as if she owns the place.
Kian stands by the fireplace, his expression unreadable as he speaks with an older man who must be his father. His eyes find mine as I reach the bottom step, and something in them shifts—relief, perhaps, or determination.
Before I can make my way to him, Zara spots me and raises her glass. "Ah, here she is! Everyone, this is Aurora, Kian's... friend."
The way she hesitates before "friend" makes my cheeks burn. I force a smile, acutely aware of all eyes turning to me.
"Actually," Kian says, his voice cutting through the room as he strides toward me, "Aurora is my girlfriend."