up to the wedding
resa. The oppressive silence of the estate felt like it was suffocating her, and with
fferent. Today, she wa
on her door came. She hadn't expected it; Ter
, a soft tap. A comman
other side, polite but firm, "We've brought
She didn't want to do this. She didn't want to wear the dre
d and opened the door
aying any emotion. Behind her, a tailor stood with a rolling rack of wedd
id, her voice low, "I
g just slightly. "Miss Rayne," she said gently,
clenched. "N
acknowledging the tension that had just thick
still calm but laced with a quiet threat, "yo
owed. She had no doubt tha
he defiance burned inside her, but the fear of being d
rom the door, reluctantly g
lina couldn't place-that flickered in her eyes. The tailor entered the
olling hills of the estate, trying to block out the image of
ight, and for a brief moment, Alina could see how it would look on her. She could already picture herself
voice laced with contempt. "The plai
ker of surprise crossing
voice hard. "I don't want to
t was simpler-still elegant, but understated. The fabric was a soft ivory silk, wit
s per
escape the reality of the situation. She wished she could block out the sharp, cold
-a small scar on Teresa's arm. It was faint, just a thin line that ran alon
, on other women, in other places-the kind of scar that wasn't
stomac
ooded her thoughts. Had Teresa been here befo
ng the gown. She could see the older woman's hands tremble ever so
er if Teresa had once been l
over, and Teresa stepped
," she said, but th
that beauty was nothing but a mask. That the dre
tongue. There w
red to her room, her mind heavy with thoughts of th
her eye-a small envelope under her pill
s she picked it up, her he
e broke the seal and pulle
standing in front of a playground. She was smiling brightly
ng beside her
photo-so much younger, but unmistakable-holding
r collapse as she stared at the photograph, wond
Had he been watching her all th
eep sense of horror
Who the hell are you?" she whispered into the silence, her voice hoarse