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