"Do you like the shop?" Edward held her by her waist as they stood in the salon. A place where women could come and gossip. She had many plans for it. Good enough that she ignored the tingling feeling in her waist.
The man was royalty and held power. What else could she want in her marriage? She was not here for love. Love did not exist anyway. He was her best choice now that Damon had started his plans. She had to keep everyone safe.
"Yes, it is perfect, your highness. I will make sure to increase your contacts from this place." she beamed at him, ignoring the coldness of his eyes and the judgmental look on his face. As if he knew he was saving her from her misery.
She pushed that thought away. If he feels superior by helping her, then he must. He was helping her anyway. She fought the itch in her hands to push his hands away and smiled brightly at him. The man gave her a haughty smirk in return.
