Chapter 20
Chapter 20 Christine’s POV If I had known what the day had in store for me, maybe I would have just stayed in bed and refused to wake up at all. Yesterday had been—dare I say—good. Sofia and I had reconciled, and for once, the suffocating walls of this gilded prison didn’t feel as unbearable. I’d let myself believe, foolishly, that today could be better. But dreams have a funny way of foreshadowing reality. I dreamt that Luca had thrown me out—out into the dark, cold streets where no one knew my name or cared that I existed. His voice echoed in my ears, filled with disdain and finality, as he told me I was nothing to him. When I woke up, my chest felt tight, my body tangled in sweat-soaked sheets. The relief of waking quickly faded when Sofia delivered the news I hadn’t wanted to hear
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