Gianna's POV
I was dressed beautifully in a black short gown, with so much makeup that covered up my real paled face.
My wrist was dressed in bandages, my body was still hurting due to the pains.
We got to our destination about stepping down from the car when Greg pulled me back.
Taken me aback, he hasn't spoken to me, since he tortured me.
“Dont you dare laugh or chat with any guy at the dinner hall, your laughter and chat are meant for I alone and no one else. Just me”, he warned sternly as he roughly let go of me and we got down, then went into the hall.
I was told it was a friend's dinner party.
All eyes were on us as soon as we entered the hall.
I was tightly holding onto Greg's hand, we were walking in hand in hand.
Everything were already falling apart, I couldn’t bear to f
