Chapter 7 – The Dinner

• Five days. That’s all she had left. The wedding was fast approaching.
• Alina stood in front of her mirror, staring at the reflection that looked like someone else. A dress had been laid out for her—something elegant, dark green silk that clung to her curves and shimmered in the low light of her room. But she saw nothing glamorous in it. Only chains.
• The door opened before she could leave, and Teresa stood there, her face soft but eyes hard with something unspoken.