After a week of busyness, with the wedding photos finally taken, Fiona Schmidt could finally take a break.
Starting yesterday, she had been staying alone in her room, where it was quiet and cut off from the outside world's noise, making her feel completely at ease.
She lay on the bed, turned on her side looking at the floor-to-ceiling window, with the pink sheer curtain drawn, barely able to see the sunset outside.
Counting the time, she had been lying down for almost two days, hardly getting out of bed except to eat, with meals delivered by the servants.
Lewis Holmes knew she was tired, so he only called at noon each day to say hello, then left her alone, providing plenty of personal space.
This thoughtfulness made Fiona feel genuinely touched.
Recently, she had been too exhausted, constantly pursued by the media; journalists eager to get an exclusive glimpse into her life, always having eyes on her wherever she went, with flashbulbs endlessly flickering.
