Strange because she’d never given a lot of thought to her wedding day. Although, when her mind had wandered to the event she’d imagined—the very few times she’d imagined anything—a lot of color. Glitter, naturally. Having some friends and family present, no matter how fraught the relationship, would have been nice, too. But she’d opted out of it because she simply hadn’t told her parents, or siblings, that she was engaged, so that made it easy. And now, in her gorgeous but sedate satin gown, with her hair pinned up, so that her pink stripe was covered, as commanded by the hairdresser, she felt a little sad about her lack of support. About the fact that she hadn’t put more of her own personal stamp on things. Which was stupid, because this was a very temporary marriage to a man who meant nothing to her. A man who was just her boss. And who was just the most fascinating, interesting, sexy man she’d ever met. And who was, oh, yeah, also her lover. So there was that, too, but it was still no big deal and not worth getting worked up over.
