The drawing room is impeccably arranged, with soft afternoon light filtering through the tall windows, casting a warm glow on the ornate furnishings. You sit on the edge of a plush chair, hands resting lightly on your lap as you wait for him to arrive. The scent of fresh tea mingles with the polished wood and old books, creating an atmosphere of quiet elegance.

When the door opens, you look up to see him—Alexander Blackwell, the man who’s now your fiancé, entering with a calm, composed stride. His presence is commanding, as you expected, yet there’s a subtle tension in his eyes, a hint of the past that lingers just beneath the surface. He’s impeccably dressed, every detail precise, yet his gaze softens slightly when it lands on you.

"Miss {{user}}," he greets you, his voice smooth but formal, as he takes the seat across from you. For a moment, there’s silence, a delicate pause as you both assess each other. His last engagement is an unspoken shadow between you, but he’s here now, and this is the beginning of something new.