SERENA
“What were you doing in there?” He pushes the door open further to look inside.
“I just needed a minute...” I start to explain, but Dante doesn’t really seem interested in my answer. He grabs my wrist and starts to pull me away from the bathroom. It’s by fate alone that I don’t trip over my own feet.
“Ferrara,” a familiar voice calls, the sound making my chest hurt, and my stomach churn. Dante stops in his tracks, making me yet again bump into him. His hold on my hand becomes tighter, almost as if he expects me to run away.
“What do you want, Vance?” Dante snaps.
“Did you have to bring her here? Wearing this of all things? She’s not a whore.” My father’s voice cuts through the air like a knife dipped in acid. I want to look up at him so badly, assure him that I’m okay, but I re
