Anya stepped out of the sleek, black limousine, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and apprehension. The imposing mansion loomed before her, a silent sentinel guarding its secrets. As she approached the grand entrance, the heavy oak door swung open, revealing a butler, impeccably dressed in a dark suit.
"Welcome, Mrs. Damien," he greeted her, his voice smooth and formal. "Mr. Damien is currently indisposed, but he has asked me to show you to your suite."
Anya nodded, her expression impassive. She followed the butler through the grand foyer, past the sweeping staircase and into a hallway lined with ornate paintings. The suite was a masterpiece of luxury, with a spacious bedroom, a lavish bathroom, and a private study.
As she settled into her new surroundings, Anya couldn't shake the feeling of being a stranger in a strange land. The mansion, with its opulent decor and hushed silence, seemed to echo with the weight of its history. She wondered where Damien was, what he was doing. And most importantly, she wondered what the future held for them.
A wave of unease washed over her as she thought about the physical aspect of their marriage. She had always been a private person, guarded and reserved. The idea of intimacy, of surrendering herself to another person, filled her with dread. She had to find a way to navigate this new chapter in her life, to balance her desires with her fears.