Marrying the Man in the Dark

“I’m heading downstairs now. If you prefer not to raise your voice, just inform the bodyguard at the door, and he’ll relay the message, Frances offered before making her exit.

Cherise hesitated for a moment before speaking up. “Actually… I do have a request.”

Frances halted in her tracks, turning back to face Cherise. “What else can I assist you with?”

“I need a piece of fabric.” Cherise explained, her brow wrinkling as she tried to recall the details of the black satin cloth covering Damien’s eyes in her dream. “A piece of black satin fabric with intricate dark patterns.” She gestured with her hands, indicating the desired dimensions. “About this size.”

Frances’ heart skipped a beat as she processed Cherise’s request. The fabric she described… can it possibly be…

problem?” Cherise

reassured her, flashing a bright smile as she swung the door open. Tll fetch it for you right away!” It’s just a

when Damien pretended to be blind five years prior. “Here you go,” Frances said, presenting the fabric to

bed. “When I arrived, I spotted someone lingering beneath a window of

Lucy opened the book she had brought and laid it out before Cherise. From her pocket, she retrieved a box of cigarettes. “Mind if I indulge?” she inquired, to

crossing her legs and lighting a cigarette. “Even with amnesia, you’re not foolish enough to contemplate a leap from a room at this height!” She pushed the book toward Cherise.

she inspected the item before her, flipping through pages of the book. with a puzzled expression. “What’s all this?” she queried, the book revealing a collection of old photographs depicting a diverse array of individuals spanning