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The mystery woman

Julian’s POV

The engagement party had swelled and receded like a tide, leaving the estate humming with warmth and perfume and carefully curated laughter. Beneath the glittering chandeliers and the gleam of polished marble, I felt strangely disconnected from it all, as though I was watching from outside my own body.

I had not expected her presence to rattle me. I had stood in that room hours ago, made polite conversation with a stranger I was supposed to marry, someone selected for convenience, arranged like stock on a balance sheet, and yet this woman standing alone out on the balcony had taken something from me I can’t even name.

I hadn’t known why I kept glancing at her throughout the party…until this moment.

I found her now, just beyond the noise, on the far edge of a terrace overlooking the city, the skyline a glittering testament to a world that expected everything to be manicured to perfection. She stood with a glass of champagne, delicate fingers wrapped around the stem, body relaxed but mind somewhere… elsewhere. She was alone. Not lonely, just solitary.

I knew that feeling. I walked out, glass of scotch in hand, and paused beside her without announcing myself.

She didn’t turn immediately, but she knew I was there, or at least someone was there.

“You are something else, Katia,” I said quietly.

She turned, and she smiled brightly. The most unfiltered smile I’d ever seen. It was more like a child discovering snow for the first time. And for an instant… I forgot my own name.

“What do you mean?” she asked, her voice steady but curious.

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I lifted the glass of scotch I was holding to my lips. This was my poison, biting warmth that always

centered me.

“You are a mystery,” I said after a slow sip. “Unlike your sister. Delia’s very easy to read… predictable even. But you? Not so much. Your own family doesn’t know shit about you.”

She blinked, taking a moment before she responded.

“Yeah,” she said with a half–smile, “my family is rather an interesting one.”

I tilted my head just slightly, not mocking, just observant. “By interesting, you mean they threw you out at twenty because they wanted you to get married to me, and you got pregnant for someone else?”

Her gaze flickered, then just for a heartbeat, and then I registered the absurd truth of it.

“Something like that,” she said calmly.

I let out a small, humorless laugh.

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I took a slow breath, my scotch twisting in my palm as though it were the only thing holding me steady.

How had my evening gone from obligatory to inexplicably complicated? I was supposed to be marrying Delia. That was the arrangement. The contract. The future.

But she wasn’t the woman I thought about now. That was Katia. Not Delia. Not the polished bride–to–be.

Not the woman groomed for life within my family’s orbit.

But the woman who stood alone, poised and composed, with clarity in her gaze and nobody commanding her attention.

I closed my eyes for a moment and stilled my breath.

You do not get distracted.

You’re not allowed to get attached.

This was a strategic engagement.

Her face kept appearing in my mind’s eye. Her calm acceptance when she stood aside. Her serenity in a room full of shaped chaos. Her laughter was unguarded for a moment when we joked about her

problems.

I had never been good with uncertainty. But there was something about her that felt like a question I couldn’t ignore.

I walked back toward the house.

The party had dwindled further. Late stragglers standing with half–empty glasses and loose ties. A few couples whispered love in corners. Waiters moved like shadows with trays of dessert and coffee.

I found Delia once more by the refreshment table. She held a glass of champagne, her fingers curved around the stem as though it were a lifeline.

She glanced at me, and her lips curved into a tight, controlled smile.

“I just wanted to apologize,” she said, and I paused, regarding her. “For earlier,” she continued. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.” I didn’t move and didn’t speak. Then she gave the softest, most fragile exhale. “It’s just… this day is important to me.”

I looked at her, really looked, and for a fleeting second, I saw the girl I barely knew, scared, hopeful, and eager for validation.

But then the moment passed, and responsibility settled back on her shoulders.

“I understand,” I said quietly. “But that doesn’t excuse interruption.”

She licked her lip, eyes darting away. I didn’t offer solace. I just stepped past her.

Because at that moment, I realized there was nothing left to apologize for.

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I retreated to my study inside the Windsor wing, a room of deep mahogany shelves, leather chairs that smelled of history, and a view of the estate gardens I had almost forgotten existed.

I sat, removing my jacket and loosening my tie.

Scotch tasted heavier now. I leaned back, eyes drifting toward the balcony where she had stood before.

Katia Kensington, what was it about her?

I thought about our words, then about how different she was from everyone else in her family. And also why she wasn’t wearing a ring today, just like the first day I met her. And that alone was enough to disrupt me.