Chapter 103 The Party

• I never imagined I would find myself at such a lavish party. Yet, here I was, forced to play the part, dressed in a gown that shimmered with every step I took. Enrico had thrown one of his grand events, a night meant to dazzle his guests and remind everyone of his power. The process of putting it all together had been as impressive as it was oppressive. I watched from the sidelines as his staff bustled about, carefully arranging crystal chandeliers, setting tables with fine china, and polishing silverware until it gleamed. Elegant floral arrangements were placed on every table, and the scent of expensive perfume mingled with the aroma of freshly prepared delicacies.
• I had no choice but to attend, even though every fiber of my being rebelled against it. For this occasion, I was forced to be the perfect hostess’s guest, the picture of demure captivity that Enrico wanted everyone to see. I spent hours in the dressing room as his stylists transformed me with delicate hands and careful attention. They chose a stunning gown, a deep, rich shade that flowed over my body in gentle folds, catching the light just so. My hair was styled into soft waves, arranged with subtle elegance that matched my makeup; every detail was flawless, designed to make me appear graceful and contained, even as my inner thoughts roiled with anger.
• I remember the moment I stepped out into the grand hall. The room was filled with the hum of quiet conversation and the soft clinking of glasses. Elegant guests mingled in small groups, dressed in their finest suits and gowns. As I walked through the crowd, I could feel the many eyes on me, each one appraising, noting the grace and beauty I was forced to display. Yet, beneath this facade, my heart was pounding with a mix of fury and determination.