Lydia stood in front of the mirror, gripping the edge of the sink as she took a deep breath. The reality of her situation was settling in more and more with each passing day. A contract marriage had sounded simple in theory—fake smiles, a few public outings, and keeping up appearances for Scott’s family. But waking up next to him, feeling the warmth of his arm around her, made it feel far less like an arrangement and far more… real.
Get it together, Lydia, she told herself, shaking off the lingering thoughts.
She quickly freshened up and changed into a cream-colored blouse with a fitted beige skirt, opting for a simple yet elegant look. If they were going to have breakfast with Scott’s family, she needed to play the role of the perfect wife.
When she stepped out of the bathroom, Scott was already dressed in a tailored navy-blue suit, adjusting his cufflinks. His hair was neatly styled, and the scent of his cologne lingered in the air.