Amber’s pov
After lunch, I helped clear the table, despite Annie’s protests. She insisted it wasn’t necessary, but I needed to make a good impression. After all, she was my mother-in-law.
A room had already been prepared for me. Curtis had made it clear that we would be staying in separate rooms, explaining to his mother that I needed time to recover and adjust. She accepted his reasoning without question.
Climbing the stairs was a struggle. My legs felt heavy, each step threatening to give way beneath me. I needed a break, probably a bath and some much-needed rest.
“I asked the maid to run you a cold bath,” Annie informed me as we reached the landing. “You need it to cool off and—” she hesitated, glancing at my outfit before continuing, “—perhaps change into something more comfortable
