Chapter 15
- Elena stood in the middle of her room, staring at the gown laid out on her bed. The deep crimson fabric shimmered under the dim light, its elegance undeniable, but her chest tightened at the thought of wearing it. She traced a finger along the delicate embroidery, Lorenzo’s words from the note still lingering in her mind.
- "I’ll be expecting you, wife. Behave."
- Her stomach churned with unease.