I pushed open the heavy front door of my house, exhaustion weighing on every muscle. “What a damn mess of a day.” I muttered under my breath, loosening my tie that suddenly felt too tight around my neck. Everything had moved so fast out of control.
The tension from my conversation with Richard Huxley still lingered, gnawing at me.
The sound of heels clicking against the floor pulled me from my thoughts, I looked up to see Elena descending the staircase, dressed to perfection, Her honey-blonde hair cascaded over one shoulder in perfectly styled waves.
She was obviously dressed for dinner with her father.
Despite my exhaustion, I couldn't help but admire how put-together she looked. She looked stunning, I had to admit, though my admiration lacked any real feeling. I didn’t want this marriage, and the thought of our arranged future didn’t make it any easier.
"Darling!" Her face lit up when she saw me. In seconds, she had crossed the distance between us, throwing her arms aroun
