At that moment, the sound of the hairdryer still buzzed in Eloise’s ears. It was a dull, mechanical hum, one that had accompanied her every night, just like the heavy weight in her chest.
Like always, she sat on the edge of the bed, her damp hair clinging to her skin. She lowered her gaze, staring at the delicate fabric of her nightgown. The new nightgown… Ainsley bought for her.
Behind her, he held the hairdryer, its warmth brushing against her scalp. The fabric in her lap was soft, expensive & exquisitely made.
But why does he think I like pink?
A bitter smile tugged at her lips.
It’s funny how I don’t even have the right to choose what I wear, let alone the color I prefer.
The warm air ghosted over her shoulders, but it did nothing to chase away the chill beneath her skin. The hum
