Three days later, Adrian was discharged.
The mansion felt different.
Lighter.
The guards were gone.
The newspapers had stopped talking about Richard.
And the twenty-day marriage contract had officially ended.
Amelia stood in the garden.
Adrian walked toward her.
“You're quiet.”
“I'm thinking.”
“About?”
“Us.”
He stopped.
“Is that a bad thing?”
She smiled.
“No.”
She held out her hand.
“I was thinking about how strange our story is.”
“Very.”
“You were a stranger.”
“I wasn't.”
“You were to me.”
He smiled.
“And now?”
She looked into his eyes.
“Now you're the man I want beside me.”
Adrian reached into his pocket.
He pulled out a small box.
Amelia's eyes widened.
“Adrian…”
“I know we already...