CHAPTER 11
Erica's POV
(Jane)
The room was very quiet, thicker than the fine silk of the dress Clara was helping me put on. My thoughts swirled around, each one a sharp piece of the puzzle that was my life.
I was Jane now, a woman I hardly knew, thrown into a world I didn’t get, and married to a man who looked at me with hidden disdain. All the while, I held a strong desire for revenge in my heart.
Clara, thankfully, didn’t notice the storm inside me. Her quick fingers moved fast, fixing the tricky parts of the dress. But her voice never stopped. “Oh, Miss Jane, you look so beautiful! This green really makes your eyes pop. King Dante will be completely enchanted.” She laughed, a cheerful sound that echoed in the tall room.
I gave a small smile, looking at myself in the mirror. Was Da
