Chapter 32: Peonies
A few days later, the mansion stood quiet under the midday sun, its tall, elegant facade casting long shadows over the manicured garden.
Hades walked confidently up the stone path, peonies in hand, his expression one of determination and charm.
He wore a tailored suit, his brown hair neatly combed, and a smile curved on his lips.
The flowers—Aurora's favourite—were vibrant in his hands, their delicate scent rising in the soft breeze.
He rang the doorbell and waited, anticipating the moment he would see Aurora's face. But when the door opened, it wasn't Aurora who greeted him.
It was Sophia.
Hades's smile faltered, his brow knitting together in confusion. His sources had been clear—Aurora owned this mansion. So why was Sophia here?
Sophia's eyes flicked down to the flowers, and something unreadable passed over her face. Her left and right palms were wrapped in bandages, but Hades barely noticed.
For a moment, they stood in silence before Sophia spoke, her voice low and neutral. "Those for Aurora?"
Hades nodded, recovering from his surprise. "Yes, they are."
Sophia stepped aside, letting him in, though her gaze lingered on the peonies.