Lilia sat on the plush, small seat, feeling the delicate padding mold to her form as the makeup artist worked her magic. The woman seemed momentarily taken aback by Lilia's natural beauty, but, of course, she quickly masked her surprise, settling back into her professional demeanor. Lilia, however, was miles away, lost in a labyrinth of swirling thoughts.
Had Zethan finally agreed? Had he decided to enter into a contract with her? Was this the moment she had been waiting for, or was it just another game? She couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that something wasn't as it seemed. There had to be another way out, something beyond running—something more… permanent. Divorce. That was always an option, wasn't it? It had to be. It would be the simplest way to escape without further complications.
But even as the thought passed through her mind, she couldn't help but wonder if Zethan had something else planned.