Common Details

Caroline moved as quickly as she could. Her hair was slick and perfect, her face, a neutral blend of colors and powder. All she needed was a lipstick — a soft shade that'd suit her perfectly and not beckon for attention, or rather still, didn't seem like she was seeking for it.

Shrugging on her coat, she fumbled for her purse and phone, before giving herself one last look in the mirror. This wasn't how she had envisioned her dates with Cillian to be. Flowers and scented candles under deep night skyhad been part of her imagination. Soft classic music, champagnes and talks that would flow into the night and early hours of the morning. She'd wear something provocative, something red and he'd be too stunned to take his eyes off her. She'd seen it as all that, but not as a scheduled meeting for their contractual marriage.