Lauren's heart pounded as she stood in the bathroom of their hotel suite. She was now Finn's wife and the weight of their relationship bore down on her.
The night's events were unavoidable; she was bound to play her part as his wife. The weight of his lavish spending on her loomed over her, a constant reminder of the expectations placed upon her.
In the days preceding this moment, she had become accustomed to facing the window as she slept, like a silent sentinel, while he slumbered behind her. Whether in the familiarity of her New York apartment or the opulent suite they now occupied.
Other than exchanging kisses, they had yet to progress further than that one moment back home. Lauren bit her lower lip nervously, washed her face, brushed her teeth, and changed into a simple dress b
