The night was deep, the guests had departed, and most of the lights had already dimmed.
The heavy wooden door gently closed after the attendant withdrew, leaving only a soft "click" to separate the world outside.
The bedroom was spacious and silent, with drapes hanging low, and the air retained a faint sweet scent of roses and incense.
In the room, only the two of them remained.
Emily stood in the center of the room, head bowed, her hands subconsciously clutching the hem of her wedding dress.
It was the wedding dress she proudly wore today, one that had amazed everyone.
Yet at this moment, Emily found herself feeling... a bit at a loss.
Her ears were burning, and her heart pounded as if she had just fought a battle.
She didn't even dare to look at Louis.
"Is this what they call a wedding night?" she silently asked herself.
Just then, she heard the soft rustle of fabric behind her.
Louis had taken off his outer robe and carefully draped it over the back of a nearby chair.
