Lisa's POV
The next morning, I barely touched the breakfast my mother had prepared.
The bread had already gone cold on my plate, yet I kept staring at it without taking another bite because my mind was somewhere else.
Ever since Charles sent me that message the previous day, I couldn't stop thinking about what he had called the next step.
I knew exactly what he meant. It was about the contract.
I had agreed to marry him without thinking too deeply about what it would actually mean. At that moment, my only concern had been saving my mother and clearing my name. Everything had happened so quickly that I hadn't given myself enough time to ask the difficult questions.
Now those questions refused to leave me alone."What are you thinking about?" my mother asked quietly from across the tabl
