Arabella rubbed her feet together as they dangled over the edge of the bed. The red around her entire face refused to subside even after half an hour had slipped by since the girls had left her.
Her eyes found refuge in the brooch that lay on the nightstand right next to her and from time to time, they'd flicker onto the beautiful bouquet of flowers she'd carried during the ceremony.
Grace had made sure to free the roses and settle them in a vase before leaving the room.
It was done. Not only was a new name attached to her old one but… A new title served as a gift with it.
More than done… It was surreal to think she'd gotten married just like that.
Arabella's mind drifted to the memory of the last look Reubon had given her before leaving with Dragomir.
