Eva's heart raced as she glanced out of the tinted car window, taking in the bustling cityscape.
Today marked the first time she would step into Lucian's world, not just as his companion but as his wife.
She clasped her hands tightly on her lap, stealing a glance at Lucian, who sat beside her with his usual composed expression.
Despite his lack of outward emotion, she felt an inexplicable warmth in the air between them.
The silence wasn't uncomfortable—it was charged, as if both were silently acknowledging the weight of the day.
"Are you nervous?" Lucian asked suddenly, his deep voice breaking through her thoughts.
Eva turned to him, startled but quickly recovering. "A little," she admitted. "But more excited than anything."
Lucian gave a small nod, his gaze returning to the road ahead. Though he didn't say much, Eva noticed the slight upward curve of his lips, a fleeting but reassuring gesture.
