The car door opened with a soft click.
Amara stepped out, her heels sinking slightly into the gravel of the long driveway. The house loomed before her. It was three stories with glass walls that gleamed beneath the morning sun, and a manicured garden that looked too perfect to be real.
Travis came around to her side, and stared at the wrapped tray of food balanced effortlessly in one hand.
"Allow me to help you with that," he said quietly. He took the tray from her, his other hand brushing against hers.
"Thank you, Travis," she replied,
He smiled faintly. "I'm a lucky man. To have such a beautiful wife."
Amara rolled her eyes, but the smallest curve pulled at the corner of her lips. "Flattery isn't going to save you if this marriage goes south."
"Noted," he said simply, and gave her a warm smile.
They began walking toward the grand doors.
"What's your family like?" she asked, glancing at her ring. It reminded her of the whole agreement.
