Even when smiling hurts.
Not today, no.
Today, I woke up in bed alone, and I still smiled from ear to ear and not once did it hurt. My smile wasn’t forced. It was a genuine one, like all my smiles since he came along.
To say that I was living in a fairy tale would’ve been too tame of a word.
I felt warm and protected, and, for the first time in an eon, happy. Well and truly, completely, and wholly happy.
It was an odd feeling.
I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. For something to go wrong.
Except, it hadn’t.
I was happy.
It was like being in a different universe.
After waking up, I took a shower and went in search of some clothes. I was going to put on one of the sundresses Riagan packed for me from the beach house, but then I stepped into the walk-in closet and was struck by what was inside it.
One side was all his.
His clothes and shoes.
Then, there was the other side— one I assume was mine.
There were countless rows of shoes, from high heels to sneakers. Most of them were white without designs.
I smiled at that.
He remembers I enjoy painting them.
There was a section with baseball caps in every color.
No one has ever done something like this for me except for my sister, Kadra, but apart from her, no one has ever paid attention to my preferences and quirks.
He does, and he spoils me.
I was pleasantly surprised when I noticed all kinds of dresses, from elegant to boho styles.
All beautifully unique.
What made my heart skip a beat was how neat the closet was. No dirt and no mess.
And every single item in there was color coordinated.
I was once mocked for my aversion to germs and my OCD. Ridiculed.
Not here. Not with him.
So, after getting dressed in a simple floral pink puff sleeve dress, I headed downstairs in search of a familiar face.
Yesterday, I didn’t get to explore the rest of Riagan’s home, but I did notice it was massive.
My first impression of his place had been awe.
His place is not only massive but very beautiful, aside from those darn white walls.