The story is about love and doubt in a world of wealth and power. Maevie Ellington is married to the cold and distant Eiden Hillmont. She struggles to find her place in his world. Despite her deep love for him, she is plagued by insecurities. She qu...
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As the party went on, Maevie eventually joined Eiden, and together they mingled with the remaining guests as the evening wound down. Mr. and Mrs. Hillmont had left earlier, and the guests were slowly trickling out. Once the last of the guests had departed, the maids began to clean up the Manor. Feeling the weight of the evening, Maevie retreated to her room to change out of her dress.
As she struggled to untie the intricate X-shaped ribbon on the back of her gown, she heard the door creak open. Eiden walked in, catching sight of her fumbling with the knot.
"Do you need help?" he asked, his tone casual.
"Uh, no, it's okay," Maevie replied, though the frustration in her voice was evident.
Eiden paused, his hand resting on the doorknob as he prepared to leave. "Oh, alright then, I'll go."
But just as he turned, she called out, "No, wait... I need help."
He smirked at her admission, walking back over to where she stood. Gently, he began to untie the ribbon, his fingers working deftly at the knot.
"Why did you arrange the party at the Manor?" Maevie asked, trying to distract herself from the warmth of his hands so close to her skin.
"Oh, that? It's a tradition we follow every ten years," he explained, his voice steady as he focused on the task.
"I see," she murmured, feeling the tension in her shoulders ease as the ribbon finally came undone.
"There you go," he said, stepping back slightly. "You can change on your own now, can't you? Or do you need more help?" His eyes flicked to her bare back, exposed now that the ribbon was untied, causing her to clutch the dress tightly to her chest.
"No, I can do it myself," she replied, pouting slightly at his teasing tone.
"Then I'll leave you to it," he said, turning to exit the room.
As she watched him leave, her mind was flooded with conflicting thoughts. Why is he flirting? But when he does, he doesn't even show it on his face. I hate it... ugh. The frustration mixed with the fluttering in her chest left her feeling both annoyed and intrigued by the enigma that was her husband.
Maevie changed into a strapless, white gown with a flowing, layered design, feeling a mix of discomfort and unease. The gown's soft elegance and romantic touch didn't match her restless thoughts. Her legs were sore as she sat on the bed, thinking about the day's encounters.
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