EDNA
It was a contract, but why does it feel different?
Why is the way he looks at me so different?
Seeing that Lucia was about to say something else again, I quickly pinched her and whispered, “Lucia, that’s enough.”
Fortunately, she yielded with a smile and said, “Alright, enough of that. Let’s try more dresses, I prepared a lot knowing you were coming.”
Before I could utter a single word of protest, she was already dragging me back to the changing room. I let out a resigned sigh, allowing her to pull me.
It was a contractual marriage, so I see no reason why everything had to be extravagant, but Lucia insisted. While in the changing room, I already explained everything to her.
A few minutes later, I stepped out again.
This time, the dress was different. It covered the parts tha
