Angel couldn't stop thinking about the kiss as she changed into her wedding gown. This was her second time receiving a kiss from Fernando, and it turned out to be desirable. Though she imagined her first kiss to be romantic, the first wasn't so bad and she couldn't deny how good it made her feel.
'No,' suddenly remembering that she couldn't fall in love with Fernando, she scolded, hauling light slaps across her cheeks to stop her from imagining.
It was the mate bond that was controlling him, all of this meant nothing to him. Yes, she was just a tool for his heir, it wouldn't do her any good to have romantic thoughts all because of a meaningless kiss.
"My lady, do you need help?" When she didn't come out on time, the seamstress called and she quickly composed herself before walking out of the drawer.
