Mara POV
The magazine’s crew, Catherine had called, arrived earlier. The final run-through and recording was, therefore, shifted till the next morning.
They came with enough equipment to film a feature production. Within an hour, they’ve transformed the manor’s main rooms into something out of a romance novel—soft lighting that makes everything glow golden, fresh peonies and roses in crystal vases on every surface, our carefully controlled prison dressed up like a love nest.
I stand in the foyer watching them work, wearing the cream silk blouse and tailored pants Catherine selected. My hair has been professionally styled into loose waves. My makeup is natural but flawless. I look like the kind of woman who belongs in a billionaire’s home for real.
All these preparations are in case E
