Sienna was gobsmacked.
Was this really happening?
Had she eaten too many lobsters or oysters and now, was hallucinating?
Was her husband proposing to her right now?
"Damon," She finally managed to find her voice, "But, Damon, we're already married."
"An arranged marriage, a contract that our grandfathers decided on," Damon corrected.
He tilted his head at her, "Neither of us got much of a say in that, did we?"
It was true.
No one could really have refuted what the Wright and Astor grandfathers had agreed upon and sealed with their signatures so many years ago.
Growing up, Sienna's only purpose in life was to be Damon Wright's bride.
She had never realized that for Damon, he had also grown up knowing that one part of his fate was sealed to her, whether he liked it or not.
Mutely, she shook her head.
