Richard’s POV
I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of my shirt. The room felt different these days. It was colder.
Susan had changed everything, from the curtains to the furniture. Even the staff moved differently around the house.
They used to smile more, chat a bit while they worked. Now, they were quieter, always with their eyes down, moving quickly and carefully.
Susan was stricter, and honestly, I didn't mind. I liked the order. I liked the discipline.
We had an event tonight—another one of those high-profile gatherings. Susan was going all out as usual.
She was already dressed, standing in front of the mirror in her silver gown, checking her reflection every few minutes.
“How do I look?” she asked again, turning slightly to see the back of her dress.
“You
