Amara's POV :
I spent an hour in that massive bathroom getting ready.
The navy dress slid on and zipped up the side smooth as butter. I did my makeup twice because the first time my eyeliner looked like shit. Fixed my hair until it fell in soft waves past my shoulders instead of the frizzy mess it wanted to be. Put on the diamond earrings Roman had given me months ago and they caught the light every time I moved my head.
I stared at myself in the mirror.
I looked the part. Expensive dress. Perfect makeup. Hair behaving for once.
But my stomach was twisted in knots.
Eleanor was warming up to me. I could feel it happening over lunch when her questions got less sharp and more curious. And that made everything so much worse because she was starting to like me and I was lying straight to her face.
About Roman. About us. About caring for her son when this whole thing was all an arrangement.
The guilt sat heavy in my chest like I'd swallowed rocks.
