Chapter Eleven: A Heart in Waiting

Lily's POV

The morning sun gently filtered through the expansive windows of the elegant dining room, casting a warm and inviting glow upon the room. The high ceilings and tastefully adorned walls, adorned with exquisite paintings, added to the grandeur of the space. The table, covered in a soft lavender tablecloth, was meticulously set with delicate china and sparkling silver cutlery, reflecting the light in a mesmerizing dance.

Seated at the table, I found myself lost in a sea of worry. It had been two long days since I last heard from Damon, and with each passing moment, my heart grew heavier with concern. The uncertainty gnawed at me, leaving me restless and anxious. I couldn't help but wonder if something terrible had befallen him, sending a shiver down my spine at the mere thought.

My mother, Roseline Monroe, noticed the somber expression etched upon my face and furrowed her brows in concern. Her voice, filled with genuine worry, broke through the silence. "Lily, my dear, is some