Chapter 8

• The crystal chandeliers that lit the banquet hall shimmered so brightly, projecting onto the clear marble floor. The orchestra played smoothly, complementing the atmosphere. Guests from the Castillo and Morales families were seated; men in nicely tailored tuxedos and women in beautiful gowns.
• The stroll down the aisle seemed endless. Eena's pulse raced as her father, Octavio, walked beside her, holding her hand and leading her to the altar.
• Each step she took felt closer to her cage. Her wedding day was supposed to be the best day of her life, but she felt nothing but pain and anguish. She couldn't pull any stunts; the man she loved so much was held captive in God knows where.