I'm in a trance as Ariel gives me a tour of his house. Until today, I'd only ever seen his living room and kitchen. His house is exceptionally the same as Bianca's, but his design is totally top notch. Bianca's is an open arrangement, whereas Ariel appears to have a parcel of diverse sorts of rooms. I can see my sister's impact all over the place, and it feels strange. It makes it more self-evident that everything here was implied to be Loretta's. I assume in numerous ways, it all still is. He even has a cinema room and l believe he's got that built to watch the private screenings of Loretta's movies. The love he has for her is evident in every nook and cranny of the house. I'll be constrained to call this my home ."I like my privacy, so I do not appreciate having staff around, "he says to me .My servant and chef come in during the day, when I'm at work, so they won't truly bother you. You won't see them at all. I'll show you how to download the complete Warren family employment app later. You would have seen Bianca utilise it some time .In case you wish anything at all, all you have to do is send a message through the app and it'll get done,what it is that you need,it will be done in a jiffy. We have a complete staff that knows how to get anything done." I gesture as I tag along. "This is the last room. It's my bedroom," he says. "I assume it's our own as of today, actually." He held the entrance door open for me, and I followed him reluctantly, my stomach rumbling. It's clear that he has a lot of collections with Loretta in this place,and that'll be more the case in his room. Ariel runs a hand through his hair and breathes in profoundly, his look meandering over the room he thought he'd share with my sister. I've never been in his room before, and just standing here feels like an avalanche. Ariel reluctantly turns toward me, his look sorry. "Your bags were conveyed prior to today. You ought to discover everything you would like in the dressing room. Let me show you." I gesture and follow him, looking at the room everywhere is filled with my sister's favourite items. A gloomy throb spreads from my heart, and I wrap my arms around myself defensively. For years, this is exactly the room he shared with Loretta. This is mostly where she'd stay when she came over, and from what I can see, that was very regularly. Ariel noticed my look and solidified . "I…" He hugs the back of his neck, his look remorseful. "I wasn't thinking straight, Arielle. It was all so sudden. Until this morning, I was hoping… I haven't had a chance—" I shake my head and put my hand on his arm. "It's okay," I told him, steeling myself before I looked up at him. "But you ought to know that I do not need her hand-me -downs. I do not need to be encompassed by the remains of your relationship with her. Our marriage might not be an ordinary one, but I'd still like to inquire with you for an essential level of regard. I won't live in her shadow all through our whole marriage." Of course," he says, his voice delicate. "I get it. I'm so sorry. I'll have her things stuffed up and conveyed to her. How about that?" I gesture and look away, my heart hurting. I wish I could tell him the whole truth that I do not need to be reminded of how much he cherishes her, of the life he anticipated constructing with her. I wish I could tell him to look at me and genuinely see me, for once. Rather, I breathe in shakily and walk toward the mirror, standing before it. "I'm depleted, and I truly need to go to bed." I do not have it in me to keep up the charade. "Can you please assist me with the buttons on the back?" Ariel strolls up to me and stands behind me, his eyes on mine through the mirror. His touch is delicate as he pushes my hair over my shoulder, uncovering the long row of buttons on my wedding dress. Indeed, the dress I'm wearing today's evening isn't mine. I designed this for Loretta.It's as if I'm taking everything that used to be hers, and it doesn't feel right. Ariel delays for a minute before unfastening the top button on my dress, a tormented expression on his face. He is no doubt considering Loretta, and how astounding she would have looked in this. What expression would he be wearing in case it was Loretta standing before him today?
He delays midway through and looks up, his eyes locked on mine in the mirror. How far do you need me to unfasten this?" I constrain a grin onto my face and attempt my hardest to pretend that my heart isn't dashing, that I'm not influenced by his touch. What does he see when he looks at me? Does a little portion of him find me alluring at all? "All the way," I mumble. "The texture is very fragile, so I do not need to damage it by attempting to unfasten the buttons myself." He gestures and tears his look away,refocusing on his errand. Doesn't he feel a single thing as he undresses me? The way he kissed me during the ceremony permitted me to imagine that our wedding wasn't a sham, but the coldness he treated me with a short time later took away any trust he'd incidentally given me. A shudder runs down my spine as his fingers brush against my skin, and I let my eyes closed for a minute, imagining this evening isn't pure torment for him. In my fantasies, Ariel needs me as much as I need him, his considerations filled with nothing but me. In case things had been distinctive between us, would he have laid me down on his bed, his touch restless and warmed? Rather than the carefulness he's dealing with me, would he be unpleasant and unhinged, the way he was so many times back? Ariel takes his time unfastening my dress until the back falls open. I anticipated him to step away, but he wrapped his hands around my shoulders. I look at him through the mirror to discover him looking at me in a way he never has before. His eyes meet mine, and for a single moment, I could've sworn I saw desire in them. What would he do if I turned around now and kissed him? I'm scared of what might happen once Loretta realises that I genuinely married Ariel in her stead. The minute she comes back and inquires about his divorce, my chance of making this marriage work will be gone. I spin around and put my hands against his chest, a fear I've never felt before. "Ariel," I whisper. It looks as if my voice makes him snap out of the trance he was in, since he takes a step away from me and runs a hand through his hair. "Go to bed without me," he says, his voice firm. I gesture, my mind spinning as he strolls away. I assume he's trying to allow me to feel free, but that isn't what I need. I once told one of my friends that if I ever thought I had a chance with the man of my life , I'd give it my all, and I'd fight dirty if I needed to. This can be it. This can be my chance.