It cut deep because it was true.
I looked at the band on the floor.
“Put it back.”
Tessa did.
We worked another forty minutes.
Arya noticed the change before anyone else.
Not in my legs.
In me.
I stopped asking where she had been.
Stopped demanding reassurance.
Stopped mentioning the wedding.
I watched.
And when you have spent your life making men nervous, you learn something useful.
Silence makes liars fill the room.
One evening she sat beside me with a glass of wine.
“I was thinking Lake Como for the honeymoon.”
I looked at her.
“Were you?”
She smiled.
“You always wanted Italy.”
“I've been to Italy thirty-one times.”
“Not with me.”
She rested her hand on my shoulder.
It was the first time she'd touched me voluntarily in almost two weeks.
I nearly recoiled.
Instead, I smiled.
“When's your next dress fitting?”
“Friday.”
“Good.”
Relief passed across her face.