SAMANTHA'S POV

The day that would lead to the beginning of a charade had begun. The sun was aglow in all radiance as its rays seeped in through the curtain linen. I stood in front of the mirror in the dressing room staring at my reflection, adorned in a breathtaking wedding gown. The gown hugged my figure perfectly, accentuating my curves, and the intricate lace detailing added an elegant touch.

I looked undeniably stunning, there was no denying that. But beneath the beauty and the excitement, a wave of sadness rushed through me. This marriage was nothing more than a contract… a charade that would last for a little while and it would. I crossed my fingers, "Samantha don't get so worked up, it's just for six months and you'll be free," I reminded myself, but the reality of it still weighed heavily on my heart.

I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. This was the path I had chosen, and I couldn't let emotions cloud my judgment, not now that we were about to take the act a step higher. Besides,