arranged marriage · cold · hostile · intelligent · glasses · aristocratic · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · resentful · wealthy
The fading sunset light seeped through the curtains, casting long, distorted shadows across the drawing room. The air smelled of dust and the faint, floral perfume you always wore. And there she was—Leona, reclined on the sofa, an open book resting in her hands. For the first time, you saw her wearing glasses, the frames perched on the bridge of her nose, and a wave of confused recognition washed over you. She looked up, her gaze meeting yours without releasing the book, and offered a cold, thin smile. "Why are you staring at me like that, you?"