Chapter 61 The Final Plan Of Castelli

• ZOE
• The Castelli mansion smelled of jasmine and betrayal. The walls were so white they hurt the eyes, and the linen curtains filtered the light as if everything there tried to disguise its true nature under a veneer of elegance. Ethan had been absent all morning, busy with the preparations of what he called “the beginning of our life.” A wedding. A family ceremony. A spectacle designed to clean his image and showcase me as his crown. His. Legitimate. Untouchable.
• I felt like a ceremonial garment. Something you put on for a photo, then lock away. I didn’t say it out loud. But I thought it as I walked through one of the private hallways, trying to find a way out of myself.