Chapter 9
Miya’s heart fluttered.
It never fluttered.
But since she’d been kissed by Rico, her entire body was aware and alive.
And despite how many times she told herself the marriage was a business deal, it didn’t stop.
In her room, she’d found a brand-new winter jacket, boots, and snow pants.
They definitely hadn’t been squeezed into the bag she’d brought across the Atlantic. And the brand was Moncler, which she’d only ever seen featured on Fashion Week runways for ski gear. This was a step up from her usual North Face jacket, which she used to think was great.
The jacket felt like butter around her arms.
The boots seemed to be designed for her small feet and felt more like slippers, though they covered her everywhere.
Now that she was a rich, titled lady, she’d get to wear lab
