Her beauty was ethereal, as if the heavens had crafted her with their own hands.

Aurora Harrington was destiny's chosen one, blessed with every gift imaginable.

Whenever Nathan Prescott's parents spoke of her, their voices filled with reverence, as though she existed on a plane far beyond their comprehension.

"Any man who marries Aurora Harrington must have performed miracles in his past life," Nathan's mother would murmur wistfully.

"She's simply extraordinary—families like ours could never hope for such a match," his father agreed.

"Rumor has it kings from distant lands have proposed, begging for her hand," someone always added. "Yet her father turned them all down. Makes you wonder what kind of man the Harringtons are waiting for."

"Harrison would never let his daughter become just another queen in a royal harem. With Aurora's lineage, beauty, and talent, finding a man worthy of her—one who would cherish her alone—should be effortless."

To Nathan's parents, Aurora was less a woman and more a celestial being.

Naturally, Nathan's curiosity was piqued. He searched for her photo online but found nothing. The Harringtons had shielded her from the public eye completely—not a single image existed.

They guarded her fiercely, allowing no whisper of scandal to touch her name.

Nathan, ever the skeptic, couldn't help but compare Aurora to Amy Sinclair, just to see how vast the difference truly was.

But to his shock, from the way Alexander Blackwood spoke, it sounded like the two were equals?

How was that possible?!

A woman like Aurora, born into luxury and refinement, should have left Amy in the dust.

Nathan's disbelief was palpable. "Alex, are you exaggerating Amy's appeal? There's no way she could rival a woman like Aurora."

Alexander's gaze darkened. "Is Amy so lacking in your eyes?"

Nathan opened his mouth, ready to list Amy's shortcomings—her modest education, her tarnished reputation.

But one look at the storm brewing in Alexander's eyes, and the words died on his tongue.

After all, Amy was Alexander's ex-wife—the mother of Liam.

Insulting her would be an insult to them both.

Besides...

In terms of sheer beauty, Amy was breathtaking enough to stop hearts.

When Alexander first introduced her, Nathan had genuinely mistaken her for some hidden heiress.

Quickly, Nathan changed the subject. "Alex, what's your plan for these three women?"

Alexander flipped through the documents on the table. "I'll personally call the heads of the first two families. As for Genevieve... I'll take Victoria and meet her in person. If she refuses, so be it. We don't need her."

A thought struck Nathan. "Alex, doesn't Nathaniel owe you a favor? Even if he and Ms. Harrington aren't related by marriage, he could put in a good word for us, couldn't he?"

"The Harringtons and Chapmans have been close for generations. With Nathaniel's influence, the Chapmans would surely grant this small request..."

Nathan trailed off, realizing the absurdity of his suggestion—wasting Nathaniel's debt on something so trivial was unthinkable.

The next day, Genevieve was touring Amy's studio when her phone rang—her older brother.

"Genevieve, are you in Newhaven now?"

"Yes, why?"

"A friend reached out, hoping to invite you as a special guest for a concert... but it's complicated. Why don't you meet with them? If you're not interested, just decline."

Genevieve was no stranger to such requests and saw nothing unusual about it.

"Fine, I'll hear them out."

Moments later, her brother sent the address.

Genevieve had a notoriously poor sense of direction. Even with a map, she struggled.

Amy noticed and smiled. "I know that place. I'm free—want me to come with you?"

Genevieve nodded gratefully.

The two women left the studio together, heading to the meeting point.

At the private suite, they knocked before stepping inside.