I had given up and decided to let things be.
What was even wrong with me in the first place? Sure, when I agreed to marry Chase, I wasn’t in the right state of mind, but at least then I was a bit more logical. Who was I to think I could change Chase anyway? I had let myself cross boundaries one too many times, and today I had seen it clearly.
As different stylists filled up my room with their assistants and tools all because they’re mission to make me look the best I could that evening, I made up my mind. I was going to do whatever I wanted and let Chase do whatever he wanted. It was about time I stopped expecting so much from a man anyway.
The first thing the stylists attended to was my hair, then my makeup, and finally my dress. Just when I thought that my day couldn’t end up any wors
