Leilani
I'm married.
I’m married.
I am. Married.
No matter how many times I mentally repeated it in my head, I could not wrap my head around the concept completely. One look at Neil and my pulse was fluttering with the awareness that something had changed between us. Something pretty had become something beautiful, and I was so ready to make sure that beauty stays for good. And I would do anything to make this work.
I had stripped out of my wedding dress, taken a long, relaxing and scented bath in the large, luxury tub and now I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror framed with glistening gold, naked under a small robe while running a brush down my soft damp hair. The countless spa sessions Ashley had subjected me to in preparation for the wedding had actually paid off.