2:30 P.M. Carter Mansion

A sleek black Rolls-Royce glided through the wrought-iron gates of the Carter Mansion before coming to a smooth stop in the circular driveway.

Aria stared out of the window.

The mansion looked exactly the same.

Grand.

Elegant.

Cold.

So many memories lived within those walls.

Very few of them were happy.

Damian glanced at her.

"You don't have to do this."

She smiled faintly.

"I know."

"Then why are we here?"

Aria looked down at the ivory invitation resting on her lap.

"Because after today..."

"I don't want anyone saying I forgot my family."

Damian reached over and gently covered her hand with his.

"They may...