Natasha's POV

The time is 5:12pm

Immediately after breakfast in the morning Lucien was first to excuse himself, he left the house revealing nothing about where he was going and I freely roamed the house until I got tired. As I step back into the sanctuary of my room, a cloud of uncertainty envelopes my thoughts. Lucien’s mention of a public event lingers in my mind, casting a shadow of doubt over its true purpose. I can’t help but see through the whole facade, recognizing it as nothing more than a grand display of pretense and deceit.

The room’s dimly lit ambiance reflects my own feelings, mirroring the darkness that has settled within me. I navigate through the space with a sense of detachment, my footsteps echoing softly against the polished floor.

Thoughts swirl in my mind, questioning the nature of the upcoming event. Will it be yet another charade, aimed at projecting an image of love and devotion that is far from the truth? Will I be expected to play the role of a dutiful and adoring wife, w