Misunderstandings

Beatrice

I looked around my room, still stunned by everything that had happened in the last few hours. Reflecting on the speed of the changes that unfolded.

However, I chose not to analyze anything at that moment. I was overcome with a happiness I hadn't experienced in a long time, and that feeling was what mattered. After all, Edward was my husband, we were legally married, and there was nothing wrong with what we were doing.

With excitement coursing through my body, I finally got out of bed and went in search of something to wear for our dinner. I knew Edward would return to the room soon, and some intuition told me that he was telling the truth when he said that if I stayed lying down, we wouldn't leave the house that day.

Unlike the last time we shared dinner, Edward took me to one of his favorite restaurants, an extremely luxurious place frequented only by London's highest elite. When we entered the restaurant, I noticed discreet glances turned in our direction. However, it didn'