Day 73TOMORROW IS THE night of the ball, the ball that will change so much.
My dress hangs from the back of the door, and although it quite possibly may be the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen, it taunts me. The pure white shade is no accident, no doubt implying my chasteness beneath.
The sweetheart neckline bodice is encrusted with shimmering jewels. The skirt balloons out layer upon layer of ruffled material. The quinceanera-style dress is rather lavish and over the top, which is exactly the point.
I don’t know what tomorrow holds, but it can’t be good. I haven’t heard from Saint, but I guess that’s because his plan is set in motion and there is no changing his mind. This time tomorrow, I will be free and Alek…Alek will be dead.
Since the day he took me to the orphanage, he’s been
