Mara POV
So caught up in our whispered exchange, we completely missed the announcement.
“The newly married couple, please take the floor.”
That explained the stares.
We stood just in time, smiling on cue, slipping seamlessly into performance mode. Thank God—no one seemed to notice anything off. The illusion held. For now.
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“The men are golfing, so we thought—spa day!”
Seraphina’s smile is so bright. She’s standing in the doorway of our suite at eight in the morning, flanked by three other wives I barely remember meeting last night.
I’m still in Lucien’s shirt—the one I grabbed when I realized all my sleepwear was too revealing for shared accommodations. My coffee hasn’t even kicked in yet.
“Spa day,” I repeat flatly.
“It’s tradition!” The blonde beside Seraphina—Patterso
