ALINA
I shambled myself into the back seat of the limousine, a sigh escaping my lungs.
The sun was gradually setting, the sky in a plethora of orange and pink colours.
Everything had finally been done. My wedding had gone through with ease and the reception was a success.
Father had made sure there was banquet of delectable cuisines bountifully made available for the guest.
The reception hall had been spellbindingly ornamented and beautified. One would think this union was a happy one.
I watched everyone with a plastic smile on my face. I hated it all. I never imagined to ever get married in these circumstances especially not to Dante Morelli but I just had to.
Now, we were on our way back to what was my new home. I stared at the window, my thoughts bedevilling. I would either die
