"Everything is a bargain, my love. You get your daughter and I," he tapped her nose, "get my wife."
Evelyn closed her eyes again. The words kept on spinning in her mind and now it was the next morning.
She was ready to go down stairs for breakfast but instead of going down stairs, she was sitting in front of a vanity mirror with the words he said to her last night repeating in her mind.
Get his wife?
She shamefully blushed and lowered her head. With her thighs gently pressed against each other, Evelyn bit her lip.
Why was she even thinking about it? Of course, he wanted something against her daughter. Arabella was something that only belonged to her, making her top perfect opportunity for Salvatore to use for his advantage until he gave her his name.
She sighed before getting up from the vanity table and moving towards the door and out of the room. Any more delay would not look good on her part.