what are you talking abou

out, and I sank onto the edge of the bed. "I... I'm

's supposed mother, walked forward and inspe

en care of and the doctors said you hit your head

a mistake," I whispere

time for one of your tantrums. The wedding is

'm not gett

d the arrangements have been finalized. Troy Marcello had been gracious enough to keep

rising through my fear. "I don't even know who t

r expressions shifted. The woman's mout

affirmed firmly. "I've

ghter and I don't know you. My name is Gabriela. Something happened to me-I...Ithi

"Whatever game you're playing, end it now. We've sacri

he truth!" Gab

to me, Elana. You will go through with this marriage, you will

my insides, or the cold indifference in their voices. How could they be so

meone to bring you appropriate clothes. And someone from the Ma

't even know the man. You're trying t

me. "You will marry Troy Marcello. This is bigger

" I re

, the man turned and walked

ut behind them, sea

ing. The walls seemed to close in aroun

one me any favors. I wasn't given a fresh start. I was dropped i

who probably had a reputation for violence and control. I could sense that i

e pillow, wishing I could scream loud enough

o one

na. And Elana's life ha

called me "Miss Russo." I tried to tell her the truth, but

oked at me properly. It was like I

h a suitcase full of clothes. Designer dres

d to tou

didn't

, the line was disconnected bef

s told my parents had signed off on all decis

downed on me that I wa

ng out at the city skyline. Lights blinked in th

e had s

place...

, her cold and unfeeli

name that echoed in my head

Mar

t kind of life had Elana been living that a mar

dn't

t have time

e clock wa

ee

all I h

ould be forced to wal

e no love no hope and no Rola

oy and

ne would

even