Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

The transatlantic flight carried me eastward, the sun painting ever changing portraits outside my window. Brilliant azure skies gave way to rolling clouds tinged with gold, a canvas of nature's finest work

Inspiration struck suddenly, and I pulled out my sketchpad, capturing the ethereal play of light in an jewelry design.

By the time I finished, darkness had claimed the sky.

There was something magical about crossing the Atlantic - a time traveler's journey where I left New York on the morning of the 27th only to land in London on the night of the 26th.

Through the arrivals gate, I spotted them immediately - Mum, Dad, and William standing in a row,

beaming and waving like excited children at a parade.

The sight of them made my heart squeeze.

I ran to them, wheeling designer luggage forgotten as I fell into Mum's embrace, breathing in her familiar perfume - Chanel No. 5, just as she'd worn all my life.

to New York for university, chasing what

they'd let me go, trusting

Christmas visits, a daughter's absence marked by empty chairs at Sunday roasts and

threatened, and I pulled back from Mum's embrace before they

"Mum, I'm starving."

home, darling." She cupped my face, her eyes soft with maternal concern. "Tll make your favorite - shepherd's

"Perfect."

as we walked

Chapter 5

scene. Castro sat on the Italian marble floor, repeatedly calling a number

reminder for my birthday

the familiar chime cutting through

Whole Foods, to buy ingredients for

ordered months ago was

Oriana at breakfast, limping slightly, had given him pause. After all, I still

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