Arida's POV
We excused ourselves from the guest before midnight. We are both tired of entertaining the guests. My feet are killing me because of these heels.
I've been walking from there to here. His family will be staying with us tonight, and my grandpa will speak with his older brother and father.
I take off my heels as soon as we get inside my room. I know there are servants who are guarding us, and I make sure that I won't kick him out of my room.
"Enrique, I need your help," I remarked.
I pointed the zipper behind me. He sighed and stood behind me. I think I have to tell him the truth about why I agreed to marry him.
"I need your help for this important matter," I halt. He stops unzipping my dress. "What kind of favor is that?"
"Who holds the title of Earl in your family?" I ask.
He turns me around and makes me face him. Enrique was glaring at me. I feel like he's judging me. I scoff rudely.
