POV: Adriana
I barely slept last night.
Not after what Darius had told me before bed — that he was going to officially announce me to the world as his wife.
And the worst part?
He wanted me to wear the gown I had sketched myself.
Was he high or something?
I couldn't understand how that man thinks sometimes.
I had turned almost all night, staring at the ceiling as my thoughts ran around in my head. When I finally dozed off, it was the kind of restless sleep that left me more tired than before.
So by morning, I already felt the start of a headache throbbing at the side of my head.
I sat at the dining table, poking half heartedly at my breakfast. Darius sat across from me, his eyes looking at my face like he could read every thought in my head.
“You don’t look too good,” he said f
