At night, the lively chaos of the daytime wedding faded away, leaving only the tranquility of the night and the tension of the wedding night.
Lynette Moreland took off her restrictive gown, let down her exquisitely styled hair and removed the luxurious and valuable jewelry. After washing away the exhaustion, that sense of unease and tension became even more pronounced.
She had known Max Davies for quite some time, and they were fairly familiar with each other, but tonight was different from any other night; certain things had never crossed her mind before.
Lynette donned her nightgown. The early October night was a bit cold, the windows not tightly closed, and as soon as she came out, she felt a cool breeze, making her shiver. Seeing this, Max walked over to close the window, and the large room suddenly felt thin with air, causing Lynette's heartbeat to grow more intense.
