Sophia stood in front of the mirror, tucking her dress-for what felt like the hundredth time-on. The simple navy blue number was elegant but not too over-the-top. Her hair cascaded loosely curled down her back in soft waves. She eyed her reflection, trying to repress the nervous flutter within her stomach.
It wasn't just any dinner with Victor. For the last few weeks, their relationship had been developing into more than she had ever imagined. What began as an arranged marriage was turning into something natural, real. Victor was opening himself to her one step at a time, and she saw a side of him that she never thought was there.
Yet with their increased affection towards one another, there was still this little voice of apprehension in her mind. Was he feeling the same? Was he just mak
