Chapter 33 The Fightback

• Riley's POV
• The dress Brett had chosen for me was a deep emerald green that hugged every curve, with a neckline that was elegant without being modest. It cost more than most people made in a year, but as I stared at myself in the mirror, I realized it wasn't the dress that had changed, it was me.
• The woman looking back at me had steel in her eyes and fire in her spine. This wasn't the broken victim who had begged for scraps. This was a woman who had nothing left to lose and everything to fight for.