Raellyn arrived at her husband’s residence precisely at dinner time the next evening. The journey had passed in a strange, fleeting blur, feeling almost too short, far too swift for the storm that was swirling in her mind as she drove alone with conflicting thoughts. It was as though a violent tempest had taken residence inside her head. Merciless, disorienting but by some miracle, it hadn’t caused an accident on the road.
The very first thing she did upon arriving was pick the most flattering evening gown she owned one with a daring neckline that left little to the imagination. She deliberately chose it to flaunt her best features before Arnav. Rona—her personal maid—had done her hair in an intricate Greek goddess braid, insisting that it would emphasize Raellyn’s elegant neckline and pr
