I turn back to the mirror and see that she’s right. I’ve put on makeup, but it wasn’t enough to hide the small scar on my right cheekbone. I adjust the cuffs of my dress at my wrists and make sure the neckline covers me down to the base of my neck. That’s the only visible mark on my skin—I could try to hide it, but I know that at some point my future husband will realize he’s bought defective merchandise, and what better way than to give him a little taste of what awaits him on the wedding day? “Don’t show all your cards at the start of the game.” Viktor’s voice echoes in my head as I clench my fists tightly.
“No, it’s fine as it is.”
Milena nods and extends her hand toward me.
“Let me know if that guy doesn’t treat you properly, Ness. Just say so, and I swear I won’t take more than ten
