would just shrug and say he didn't know. It's frustrating because I don't know what to do around the house anymore. Every time he's around, I g

's here!" Ni

personal space ever since I married Niu. In here, I can be honest with myself-I don't have to pret

p sigh and tur

d, cracking the door open just slightly

gown selection for her upcoming 65th birthday party. She's an icon in the country-being the first

r to my bare face. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. Simple yet elegant-that's what my mom always said. A woman who wears less reflects elegance. Content with how I looked, I stepped

ile. I glanced at Sebastian-he was staring intently at me. His f

er. Her beauty and warmth were timeless. Amalia Altamirano-still stunning. Like an antique, she only g

her politely. I returned h

ringly. Her compliment made me blush. It mean

t look anywhere near sixty-five.

raceful, so queenly. Every move she made was deliberate, like true

ugh. "By the way, this is Tasya, the top designer

ir, which gave her a sweet and approachable look. She had a friendly vibe, and her

is my beautiful daught

ut you," Tasya said. I caught a meaningful glance she

my boys, Seba

from me. I noticed the way she looked at Seb-it felt like there was something between

eb said. So, they

ma asked curiously, eyes flic

, and in that moment, I knew-there was something between them. They shared

omeone else stirred something painful inside me. And I didn't like it-because I

it, C

is sh

ofa beside Niu. Sebastian was across from us, legs crossed, arms spread out on the back of th

, so I want our gowns to be the same. But I think

log. Rattle designers really knew how to create beautiful gowns. There were so many to choose from. One design st

I said. I showed the desi

. I let her and Tasya talk about

me. I turned to him and saw he had been staring at his brot

I asked,

this. Sure, we sometimes acted like a real couple