Ellie's Point Of View
Fear twisted tightly in my chest, and I stopped in front of my parents’ suite in one of the Riordan's hotels in Palm City. This was where all preparations would be made for the wedding tomorrow in Villa Island. It was tradition that all Russos got married in the family estate since the eighteenth century.
My grip tightened around the doorknob dreading to face Andrew Cross. It was late in the evening but father had summoned me, it didn't take much to figure out a reason.
With a deep breath, I entered. He was standing at the window with his back turned to me. Mother was seated on the velvet sofa, ever immaculately dressed, her eyes on me. He set his glass on the table and turned. His shoulder squared and dark, cold eyes regarded me.
“Father I—”
Before I could get
