The night, to Avery's surprise, passed without a single disturbance. No knocks on her door, no irritating remarks, no overwhelming scent of Silas invading her sheets.
The silence left her strangely torn, half relieved that her unbearably unpredictable husband hadn't bothered her, and half unsettled by the gnawing thought of what exactly was he doing instead?
By morning, Avery pushed the restless musings aside. She emerged from the bathroom wrapped in the freshness of a long bath, her hair still damp and clinging to her shoulders as she slipped into a set of soft, comfortable clothes.
Today was destined to test her stamina; she had not one but two major hurdles ahead, first the red carpet appearance with the other CEOs whose teams had reached the final round, and then, later, the grand finale of the runway show itself.
