Tara and Ethan were sleeping in different rooms.
It was only the first night after their sudden marriage, but it already felt like they were strangers living under the same roof. Tara sat quietly on the bed, her bare feet resting on the cold floor. The soft pink nightgown she wore, the one Ava Given her, felt too delicate against her skin tonight. She gently ran her fingers over the lace at the edge of the sleeve, trying to distract her mind, but it didn't work.
She thought he would try. She really thought he would at least talk to her, maybe sit beside her… maybe say something kind. But he didn't. Not even a word after dinner. He walked past her like she was just another wall in the house. Maybe this marriage meant nothing to him. Maybe he agreed only because he had no choice. Maybe he still loved someone else. Someone perfect. Someone who could match his world.
After all… he was famous.
