Chapter 183

• The next morning, I dressed carefully soft pink dress, simple white sandals with low heels, just enough light makeup to brighten my face. My curls fell naturally over my shoulders, and I clipped on that pink heart-shaped pin. It was the kind of look a good wife would wear innocent, gentle, and unassuming.
• Damien sat on the sofa, absorbed in his newspaper. When he looked up and caught sight of me, his expression flickered, a flash of surprise crossing his usually unreadable face. “Your outfit…”
• He’d never seen me dressed like this before soft, feminine, almost delicate. I could tell it caught him off guard.