Elena's Pov
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I hated this dress, but Paul told me I should wear it to the founder's ball tonight. God, it sucks. I wanted to wear a simple dress, but he just wouldn't let me. Paul had assigned a bodyguard to me because he didn't trust me to "do things right." My new bodyguard, Antonio, was a sweet soul. Even with his 6'2" height and lean body, I still felt safe and in good hands. Antonio held my hand as he led me down the stairs and into the car. Paul sat inside the car, and by the time I got in, I noticed his mood had changed. My husband is always grumpy and paranoid, but I know this look—this is the look of agitation and jealousy. I gave him my weakest smile and stayed
