After Louis left, Verena dried her hair, a faint blush still lingering on her face. She glanced around the room, taking in its spaciousness, a stark contrast to the confined spaces she will grown accustomed to.
With a sigh, she sank onto the bed, her fingers instinctively creasing the soft bedsheet beneath her. The sensation was a far cry from the coarse bedding she had endured during her time in jail.
A solitary tear welled up in her eye as she reminisced about the hardships she had endured behind bars. The memories of isolation, fear, and lost opportunities weighed heavily on her heart.
Verena couldn't help but acknowledge the profound change that this marriage had brought to her life. It wasn't just a matter of changing her last name; it was a complete transformation.
The juxtaposition between her past and present was stark, and she knew that navigating this new life would be both a privilege and a challenge.
