Mirella’s POV

The room was quiet in a way that made me uneasy. The wedding gown still clung to my body as I stood awkwardly near the door, unsure of where to put my hands or where to look. The soft lighting, the wide bed, the scent of fresh flowers, everything screamed wedding night. Yet nothing felt right.

Henry loosened his tie slowly, watching me from across the room.

“I have a gift for you,” he said.

I frowned slightly, confusion crossing my face. My heart skipped as unease settled ...