She might be a great wife

Alaric got out of the car, grabbed Vespera's suitcase, and reached for her hand. Vespera subtly avoided his touch. Alaric's eyes darkened slightly, but he said nothing as he carried her luggage upstairs. Vespera's apartment was right below Cheryl's. Alaric brought the suitcase inside.

The apartment was beautifully furnished and spacious. To accommodate Vespera's role as a designer, they had even set up a studio larger than her bedroom. It had two rows of clothing racks and an easel – more than enough for a budding designer like her.

Vespera wandered around her new place, her mood lifting with each perfect detail she discovered. When she returned to the living room, she found Alaric still sitting on the couch. "You're still here?" she asked bluntly.

Alaric was taken aback. Her words stung – she clearly didn't want him around. But what could he do? Chasing a girl meant having thick skin, right? He should learn from Heath and how persistent he'd been in pursuing Aurora. It had worked out