Half an Hour Later
Ariel fidgeted, looking around nervously. "I... I think I need to touch up my makeup," she murmured, trying to turn back toward the restroom.
Rhysand, catching her nervousness, furrowed his brows and took hold of her arm, pulling her back. "You've been in and out of the restroom four times already. It's just my grandmother. Why are you so anxious?"
"As your wife, meeting my in-laws for the first time is a big deal!" Ariel replied, her tone revealing both excitement and nervousness.
Rhysand 's gaze softened as he looked at her. "You're beautiful, Ariel. You don't need any touch-ups."
Ariel's cheeks turned pink, and she froze for a moment, caught off guard by his unexpected compliment.
Rhysand wasn't one for empty words, so if he said she looked pretty, she believed him.
Her heart raced, and she suddenly felt a wave of sweetness wash over her, erasing her earlier nerves.
