The mansion was silent again that night, but Skylar’s mind refused to be still. After dinner, she returned to her room, shut the door softly behind her, and leaned against it, exhaling slowly. The words Logan had said still echoed in her mind.
"From this moment on, you are Mrs. King."
The weight of those words sat heavy on her chest. She walked over to the large bed and sat down, her fingers toying with the edge of the blanket. Sleep refused to come. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the flashes of cameras, the hungry eyes of the public, the whispers and speculations that tomorrow would bring.
Would they laugh at her? Would they call her desperate for marrying so soon after her broken engagement? Or would they envy her for winning the attention of the man every magazine called unt
