Maria stepped out of the car with Anthony by her side , her heart pounding with a mix of nerves and defiance . The red dress clung to her curves , the intricate design drawing attention to her figure as if it were a beacon in the night . As they entered the grand ballroom , Maria couldn't shake the feeling of being paraded like a prized possession , a sentiment that left a bitter taste in her mouth.
The party was in full swing , the air filled with laughter , music , and the clinking of glasses . Maria forced a smile as Anthony introduced her to various guests , her eyes flickering with discomfort at the way some of them eyed her with undisguised interest.
She hated the way Anthony flaunted her presence , using her as a symbol of his power and influence . But she had made a deal with the
