The stylists left me alone backstage when they finished their work. I took the time to put on the tight-fitting dress for tonight.
I looked once again at the envelope that Alexander left me before leaving me with that woman. I hadn't dared to look at the photos, but I couldn't stop thinking about how cruel and perverse Rachel was. I put aside the hesitations and checked the content.
A discomfort settled in my stomach as I saw the photos one by one. I appeared in all of them, at home, in the car, at Alexander's company, in the Lancaster villa, at the mall, in public and private places. It wasn't some sort of montage, because I remembered every moment of every image.
Rachel always had me under surveillance with a hitman, she had me in her sights, with a simple order she could have ende
