I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the diamond ring glittering on my finger, felt Ethan's hand wrapped around mine, heard the quiet sincerity in his voice whenever he spoke to me. It was ridiculous. This marriage was nothing more than a business arrangement, and yet my heart insisted on reacting as though it meant something more than that.
I rolled onto my back and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling above me. The room was beautiful, far too beautiful to belong to someone like me. Soft morning light streamed through the floor to ceiling windows, painting golden streaks across the polished hardwood floor. Somewhere outside, birds sang as though nothing in the world had changed. For me, everything had.
A gentle knock interrupted my thoughts. "Miss Thompson?" James called from
