EMILY
I didn’t know why, but I felt lighter today.
Maybe I’d finally gotten through to Nicholas, because for the first time in what felt like forever, he said we were leaving the house.
Dinner.
I didn’t care if it was to feed ducks or watch paint dry, I was getting out. I’d started to think I was losing my mind in that house. Maybe I’d judged him too harshly. Maybe Mia was right. I just had to… communicate.
I stood by the mirror, staring at my reflection. A once law-abiding sophomore, now undeniably tangled up with a very dangerous man. Life had a twisted sense of humor.
I brushed a hand on the dress Nicholas had delivered to my room yesterday. A midnight blue strapped knee length dress. It fit perfectly, and glittered anytime I moved. I had to say, the big oaf had taste.
I brushed
