*ADELINE*
The moment the limo pulled up to the castle, my heart raced fiercely against my ribcage, a drum of anxiety that no amount of bravado could silence. I stole a glance at my reflection in the tinted glass: the red dress hugged every curve, the fabric shimmering against my skin, while the delicate black lace mask concealed my face, transforming me into a mysterious stranger. But let me be clear: this masquerade hardly felt enchanting; it felt more like a cruel joke that wrapped around me like the fabric of my gown.
Vincenzo, with his steely gaze, didn't even glance at me as he opened the door and gestured for me to exit. "Stay close," he murmured, his voice low but firm, as if we were already in the midst of a perilous battle. I felt his hand grasp my arm, guiding me into the thron
