The morning sun veiled through the glass windows of the bedroom, casting a soft golden sheen across the polished floor that woke me up.

And once again, Arlo was not by my side.

I had asked him before why he left so early, but he just smiled at me, kissed my forehead and changed the topic to like how a woman changes clothes.

I stood in the center of the room, still cloaked in a silken robe while five of our maids moved around me in a practiced dance of fabric and lace.

Our call time for the shoot was at 9 am. I glanced at the digital clock to...