"Don't worry. I'll play the role of the perfect wife," I'd told him.
Now, standing in front of the mirror, I wasn't sure who I was trying to convince, Axel or me.
Behind me, the stylists made last adjustments while Axel leaned casually against the doorway. His tie was loose around his collar, his jacket draped over one arm. He hadn't said a word since he'd walked in, but I could feel his eyes on me.
The silk dress hugged me in all the right places, dark emerald, and with a slit that climbed higher than was safe. My hair was pinned in soft waves; my makeup was subtle but enough. I looked the part of the polished, enviable wife.
Every time I adjusted an earring or smoothed my dress, I sensed Axel's gaze burning into me from across the room.
But whenever I turned my head, he was suddenly busy straightening his cufflinks or scrolling through his phone like he hadn't been staring at all.
