Alina’s POV
I put on the absurd blue cocktail dress that Margaret had left for me. It had a conservative neckline and was the right length—exactly what the daughter of Commissioner Hart should wear. My hands trembled as I applied my makeup, trying to make myself look like someone who wasn’t feeling completely crushed inside.
At exactly seven PM, I stepped out of my room.
The dining room looked completely different. There were elegant table settings, fancy wine, and soft lighting that made everything seem warm and inviting rather than cold and intimidating. Three men in expensive suits were chatting with my father—likely business associates or political contacts. They were the kind of powerful individuals who viewed people as mere tools to use for their gain.
When my father saw me, he s
