not a prisoner!" she shouted, banging her fists against the door that had been locked from the outside. "Please... please," her voice faltered as
here. "Please, help me! I need to get out of this house!" Kristen pleaded desperation in her
ed while glancing at Kristen, who sat on the floor in disbelief. "I'll come back for
ly powerless. After what seemed like an eternity of sobbing, she made her way to the mirror. Staring at her reflection, she could hardly recognize herself-her eyes we
ent to spring into action. This was her only shot at freedom. She struck the maid with the bottle, knocking her out, and dashed out o
out, feeling a wave of despair wash over her. What could she do now? With no opt
d. She knocked out the maid!" Clinton said, pa
ow dare she think she can get away from me? Find her and bring her ba
ough her as she realized there was no way to escape. Tears streamed down her face as she cla
other guard joined him, and together they grabbed Kristen, dragging
nto the room and slapped Kristen hard. "How
ry him!" Kristen cried, te
e wouldn't be forced into a marriage with a man she didn't love, a man whose name stroked fear in the hearts of many. Her
d. "After everything we've done for you, we're only asking for this
or him to marry Sophie, n
ing her finger at Kristen. "You will marry Don Carlo whether you like it or not
ied through the long, night. Her life felt shattered;
ed to speed up the wedding plans, scheduling the ceremony in just three days. The news devastated Kristen; it pushed her to the brink of contemplating t
She picked up the wedding dress neatly laid out on the bed, applied her makeup,
in. Never!," she reassured herself as she added a touch mo
his bride. Resolute and determined, Kristen decided to confront the occasion head-on. As she descended the stairs, she spotted her father, once a great man but now a
ng smiles, clearly thrilled to see her finally out of the way. But Krist
aside. Kristen noticed the gleam of excitement on Carolina's
he room, and a wave of sho