Annora turned with a sense of superiority, expecting to see a maid or one of the attendants bustling about. Instead, her brown eyes widened slightly before narrowing with suspicion.
Benedict stood there, his tall frame leaning ever so slightly against the closed door, as if he had been there for longer than she realised.
She had not even noticed when he entered.
Her fingers, which had just been idly trailing the golden embroidery of her wedding gown, curled slightly. What was he doing here?
For a brief moment, the irrational thought crossed her mind—was he here to stop the wedding? No. He would not.
Benedict had been unpredictable as of late, but he was not foolish. She could not allow him to ruin what she had spent so long preparing.
Controlling her emotions, she exhaled slowly. She still had a facade to put on.
forcing her voice into something gentle, almost sweet as she turned fully to face him.
