The four of them settled around the table in a quiet lounge of the suite, all three smiling except Tessa who sat stiffly in her chair like this was the last place she wanted to be. Grayson on the other hand, sits next to her, looking perfectly relaxed, leaning casually back.

Prisca glanced between them, her brow lifting slightly as if she could sense something was wrong between the two.

“ Looking like that, Tessa, people would assume you're unhappy. It's your honeymoon, isn't it? Are you not happy with your marriage?” She asked, smiling and shifting elegantly in her seat.

‘ That mouth runner.’ Tessa fumed in her mind,...