Chapter Eighty-Five
Alicia's POV
When I woke that morning, I tried to be happy. Or at least pretend to be. Today was the anniversary celebration. Three years of marriage to Travis. Three years of living in this cold mansion.
But all I could think about was Malachi. The way he'd kissed me last night. The way he looked at me like I was his entire world.
I spent the morning getting ready. Let the makeup artist do her work. Let the hairstylist arrange my silver hair into something elegant. Put on the emerald dress Layla had chosen.
By the time I got to the venue and into the dressing room, I was a bundle of nerves. This whole night felt wrong. Celebrating a marriage that was a lie. Playing the devoted wife to a man I'd never love.
I was adjusting my dress when there was a knock on the door.
"Just a minute!" I called.
"It's me."
Malachi.
My heart jumped. I opened the door quickly and he stepped inside, closing it behind him.
"You're early," I said.
