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The rain hammered against the windows of the Blackwood estate with a violence that seemed to mirror the turmoil within Elara's chest. She pressed her face against the cold glass, watching the storm rage across the Welsh countryside, and wondered if this was some kind of omen. Tomorrow, she would meet the man her father had chosen for her—a man she had never seen, never spoken to, yet was expected to marry within the month.

"Elara, step away from that window. You'll catch your death," her mother's voice cut through the darkness of the drawing room like a blade.

Lady Catherine Blackwood entered with her usual air of cold authority, her silk gown rustling against the Persian carpet. Even in the dim candlelight, her disapproving expression was unmistakable. Everything about her mother was sharp—her cheekbones, her tongue, her expectations.

"I was simply watching the storm, Mother." Elara turned from the window, smoothing her hands over her navy dress. At twenty-two, she had learned to keep her voice level, her emotions carefully contained behind a mask of obedience.

"Tomorrow is an important day. Lord Ashworth will be arriving with his son, and I expect you to make a favorable impression. This marriage will secure our family's future, Elara. The debts your father has accumulated..." Catherine's voice trailed off, but the implication hung heavy in the air.

Elara knew about the debts. She had overheard enough whispered conversations between her parents to understand that the Blackwood fortune had dwindled to almost nothing. Her marriage to Edmund Ashworth wasn't about love or even compatibility—it was a business transaction designed to save them from ruin.