The next morning, Amelia found a list waiting for her at breakfast.
She picked it up.
“Twenty days?”
Adrian sat across from her, reading a newspaper.
“These are the public appearances you'll attend with me.”
She looked down the list.
Charity dinner.
Business gala.
Family gathering.
Press conference.
She frowned.
“This is more than I agreed to.”
“You agreed to be my wife.”
“For twenty days.”
“Exactly.”
Amelia dropped the paper.
“And after twenty days?”
“We divorce.”
Something about the way he said it made her uncomfortable.
“You seem very sure.”
“I always am.”
She stood.
“I'll do it.”
Adrian looked up.
“Good.”
She walked toward the door.
“Amelia.”
She stopped.
“Wear the blue dress tonight.”
“What blue dress?”
“The one waiting in your room.”
She...