As soon as Lydia stepped into the bathroom, she let out a deep breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. The warmth of the room, mixed with the subtle scent of lavender from the neatly arranged toiletries, offered a small sense of comfort. She turned on the shower, letting the sound of running water drown out her thoughts.
Leaning against the sink for a moment, she caught her reflection in the mirror. Her makeup was still flawless, her wedding dress looking as perfect as it had hours ago. Yet, underneath it all, there was a whirlwind of emotions—uncertainty, nervousness, and something else she couldn’t quite place.
This wasn’t just any night. It was her wedding night.
But it’s not real… she reminded herself, pressing her lips together. This was a contract, an arrangement, nothing more. And yet, the way Scott had looked at her during the ceremony, the emotion in his eyes, had felt real. Too real.