Chatting loudly, the ladies made their way back to Melissa's cozy living room, their laughter echoing softly through the night.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Melissa and Mirabel settled on the couch, while Emily disappeared into the kitchen to prepare a cup of warm milk for them all.
She knew that after this discussion, exhaustion would take over, and they'd likely doze off.
But even as she moved about the kitchen, her thoughts spiraled endlessly around the pressing problem before her;
Living with Lucian, working with him, dining with him, bearing the enormous title of his name as his wife.
She shivered at the mere thought of it all.
She had always prayed for a good husband, someone with a stable livelihood, someone with whom she could share responsibilities and love.
She never dreamed of marrying into wealth, nor did she possess any high qualifications or the status of an heiress. All she had ever wanted was a peaceful, loving home.
