Elodie’s POV
We got back from the market. Milan had purchased some dresses for me, which I really appreciated, so I walked into the room with my dresses.
I tried them on,staring into the mirror, trying to admire how well they fit and how perfectly they shaped my body.
I was grateful to have them–so I could wear them on the day I finally made up my mind to leave this place.
I rushed back to help Milan with the food because, as much as I love to provoking Micheal, I hate to see him unleash his wrath on me.
“Could you please help me with the potatoes?” she begged.
“The potatoes. I would love to help you,” I answered, picking up the knife and peeling slowly, cautious with every stroke.
Micheal peered into the kitchen, his darkness filling the atmosphere of the kitchen.
“Well done
