Sitting beside a tranquil pond, Catherine softly spoke to herself, her voice barely audible over the gentle rustle of the nearby flowers she idly plucked.
"He's skilled in bed," she murmured, her words carrying a hint of dissatisfaction. "But there's something lacking, something missing."
As she continued to pluck flowers, her mind wandered, grappling with a sense of confusion and regret. "He's not as charming as I imagined," she admitted to herself, a tinge of disappointment coloring her tone. "I thought marrying someone with his strength and reputation would bring me happiness, but now I wonder if I've made a mistake."
Lost in her thoughts, Catherine gazed at her reflection in the pond's still waters, searching for answers amidst the ripples. Yet, the reflection offered no solace, only further uncertainty about the path she had chosen.
