Then one night, I saw him crying in the garden. I didn’t know what to do, but I walked closer.
“Sir Ethan… are you okay?” I asked gently.
He looked at me, surprised, but he didn’t send me away. Instead, he said, “Sometimes, the question ‘Are you okay?’ feels better when it comes from someone who truly means it.”
From then on, we talked more often. Slowly, without realizing it, I found myself falling for him. But I knew it was impossible for us to be together — he was a Harrison, and I was just a maid.
So when his parents told me they wanted me to become Ethan’s wife, I was so shocked I almost fell off my chair.
“Why me?” I whispered.
The lady of the house simply smiled. “There are things you don’t need to know yet, Mia. But one day, you’ll understand.”
The wedding was simple yet elegant. Everything seemed golden. But behind my smile was nervousness — and a quiet fear. Ethan remained silent throughout the ceremony, as if there was a heavy weight on his heart.
