Aurora's POV
I settled into the room with my eyes scanning every inch of the room in search of something... Anything.
torchoice but to comply—for now.
I moved toward the closet, hesitantly opening it. My breath hitched at the sight of the elegant dresses, designer pieces I had never worn in my life. Everything here was chosen for me, a silent reminder that I had no control.
Still, I had to play their game.
I selected a simple black dress, long-sleeved with a slit that tore through the thigh.
It was the most modest dress in this closet and I wasn’t about to give them the satisfaction of dressing me up like a doll.
After freshening up, I stood before the mirror, smoothing my hands over my stomach.
For you, baby.
I swallowed my fear and stepped toward the door.
The moment I opened
