The black Rolls-Royce glided silently through the towering iron gates of Blackwood Manor.
The gates slowly closed behind them with a heavy metallic sound, separating the estate from the outside world.
Elara sat quietly beside Sebastian.
Neither of them had spoken since leaving the chapel.
The silence inside the car was almost tangible.
She stole a cautious glance at the man sitting beside her.
He was looking out of the window, his sharp profile illuminated by the afternoon sunlight. His expression remained as unreadable as ever, as though nothing significant had happened today.
To him...
Perhaps nothing had.
After all, this marriage had been nothing more than a contract.
Elara gently touched the platinum ring on her finger.
It still felt unreal.
Mrs. Blackwood.
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