Tia’s POV of the Wedding.
“Miss, you have a visitor.” A maid curtsied timidly in front of me as I stood at the foot of my bed, contemplating which of the two underwears presented to me by my host of maids I should wear underneath my wedding gown.
There was no use wearing lingerie, cause I knew nothing intimate would happen between I and Richard on our wedding night. It was one thing to get him to marry me, and another to get him to sleep with him.
But that would be achieved in time, cause I needed to carry his heir as soon as possible.
I gave the made a side eye as she informed me about my visitor, cause I told her I didn’t want to be disturbed.
“I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that because I can see you're not blind and you can see what's going on.” I gestured at myself and
