Wrong Bride, Perfect Wife

AMARA BELLROSEI was sitting on the floor beside my bed with several fabric samples, color palettes, and printed floor plans scattered around me. My laptop was open on the small table in front of me, displaying the digital version of the design I had been working on since that afternoon. I had been so focused on arranging the living area of the luxury villa I was designing that I had completely lost track of time.Designing had always been the one thing I genuinely enjoyed. I liked taking an empty space and imagining what it could become. I liked choosing the right furniture, figuring out how natural light would enter a room, and making sure that every detail had a purpose. It was not simply something I did because I needed a career. It was something I had chosen for myself, which was probably one of the reasons my father never took it seriously.I reached for another pencil and leaned closer to the sketch in front of me. The seating arrangement still looked wrong, so I erased one sec

AMARA A week had passed since my father told me that I was going to marry Tristan Westbrook, and somehow, the idea still felt strange every time I thought about it. I had spent the entire week trying to convince myself that there was a logical reason for everything that had happened, but no matter how many times I went over the situation in my head, I always ended up with the same conclusion. I was getting married because Selene did not want to.That was probably the part that bothered me the most.I was sitting in front of the vanity mirror while a makeup artist worked on my face. I had barely spoken since she arrived because I was not in the mood to pretend that I was excited. Around me were several people preparing for the wedding, moving between the room and the hallway, checking dresses, fixing accessories, and making sure everything was ready. Everyone seemed busy and cheerful, while I could only sit there and watch my reflection.The makeup artist carefully applied foundation