The wedding was over. The ceremony, the guests, the endless speeches and toasts—it was all behind me now. It felt surreal, like I’d stepped into a completely different world. And here I was, in the Deveraux mansion, still trying to wrap my head around it all.
I hadn’t expected any of this. One minute, I was working my usual shifts at La Mer, barely keeping up with the long hours and demanding customers. And the next, I’m standing here, married to Gabriel Deveraux, the heir to the largest real estate company in America.
It felt like my life had taken a sharp turn, but in some strange way, I was glad for it. I had to quit my job at La Mer, something I’d been dreading for years, but oddly enough, I wasn’t upset about it. If anything, I felt relieved. No more pretending to be okay when I was
