I checked my appearance in the mirror one last time. The deep blue dress hugged my curves perfectly, and I'd swept my hair into an elegant updo that emphasized my neck and collarbone. Not that I cared what the triplets thought, but I refused to look anything less than perfect while navigating this emotional battlefield.
"You look stunning," Elina said, adjusting a stray strand of my hair.
"Thanks. Let's get this over with," I replied, squaring my shoulders.
The morning light streamed through the windows of the dining hall as I entered. The triplets were already seated, along with their mother, Lady Isolde. Their heads snapped up when I appeared in the doorway, three pairs of eyes tracking my every move.
Kaelen's jaw tightened visibly. His gaze burned into me with that familiar mix of desire and torment. Ronan's expression was softer, almost hopeful, while Orion watched me with careful calculation, as if trying to predict my next move.
