Ariel sat at the vanity, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her reflection staring back at her seemed composed—her skin looked refreshed, her dark circles had disappeared, and her lips carried a natural pink hue, thanks to Maria’s care.

But despite her great appearance, the turmoil inside her remained unshakeable.

She picked up a brush, applying soft strokes of makeup to her face. She wasn't a fan of make-up, but she knew where she was going, every little details could count.

A saga. That’s what today was. A grand, orchestrated display where she had a role to play. A wife. A perfect and presentable woman beside Johny Lucas.

But...