ELENA
I didn't sleep.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Dante's face. The way he'd looked at me like he was solving a puzzle. The way his thumb had felt against my lip. The cold certainty in his voice when he'd called me a liar.
By the time sun filtered through the curtains, I'd given up trying.
I showered and stood in front of Sophia's closet, staring at clothes that cost more than my rent. Everything was designer. Everything was perfect. Everything screamed old money and sophistication.
I pulled on a simple dress and tried to remember how Sophia held herself. Shoulders back. Head high. Emotion locked away where no one could see it.
I could do this. I just had to keep pretending for a little while longer. Then I'd figure out how to get out of this mess.
A knock on the door made m
