Delphinia paced back and forth in the bedroom, her nerves growing with every passing second. Her mind raced, filled with doubts and all the ways things could go wrong.
What if they didn't like her? What if they thought she wasn't good enough for Evander? What if they demanded a divorce, and Evander agreed?
The thought of returning to her father's house made her stomach churn. Her hands clenched into fists as she imagined her father's cold, calculating gaze and the way he might smugly remind her of her failure. It wouldn't end there. He'd sell her off to another family without a second thought, trading her for power or wealth like a commodity.
She stopped pacing abruptly, grabbing handfuls of her styled hair in frustration. "Ugh! This is a disaster!"
From his spot on the edge of the bed, Evander watched her dramatics with a raised eyebrow. "Delphinia, don't be so nervous."
