Mara POV
Two weeks into this marriage, I decided to become exactly what Lucien wants.
I wake at 6:30, shower, dress in clothes Patricia selected. I attend breakfast in the dining room and smile politely when Lucien scrolls through his phone without acknowledging my presence. I confirm appointments through Patricia. I attended events on his arm with perfect posture and practiced conversation.
I become Mrs. Lucien Cross.
And I bury Mara Quinn somewhere deep where she can't be hurt.
"You look stunning tonight," Lucien says in the car, heading to another charity gala.
"Thank you." My voice is smooth. "Patricia chose well."
He glances at me, something flickering across his face. "How was your consultation with the stylist?"
"Productive. We've established a wardrobe calendar for the next
