Lily's POV

The morning light filtered through the massive windows of Tony's guest room, but I hadn't slept, not even for ones. How could I? In less than twenty-four hours, I'd gone from being Mrs. Alex to agreeing to become Mrs. Tony Stark. The irony wasn't lost on me, I was trading one marriage for another, but this time, at least I knew it was fake.

A soft knock interrupted my thoughts. "Come in," I called, expecting one of Tony's staff members.

Instead, Tony himself walked in, carrying ...