Ophelia woke up in an empty bed. Her shoulders dropped when she felt the icy spot beside her. Her lips trembled and she bent her head. Was he always going to just fervidly love her in bed and then leave her cold?
"Is this color to your liking, my lady?"
Ophelia stared at the deep purple gown. She slowly shook her head, earning a quirk of a brow from Janette.
"This one, then, my lady?" Janette softly asked after changing the ribbons and dress to an appealing sky blue.
Ophelia timidly nodded. Immediately, Janette smiled and began to braid her hair into a bun that resembled blooming roses. No matter how beautifully Janette dressed Ophelia, she felt ugly through and through. Was that why her husband didn't even want to wake up to her face?
"M-more makeup, p-please."
