Evelyn's POV
I had absolutely no choice, did I?
It wasn't as though I'd dreamed of walking down the aisle toward Victor, pretending he was the man who made my heart race.
No.
That dream had always belonged to someone else — someone who wasn't here to claim it.
I never wanted this engagement. Not after the way Victor treated me the other night, not after what I overheard him talk on the phone.
But my father? There was no convincing Sebastian Miller.
It was either Victor or Victor.
His mind was made up, and when my father made up his mind, it was set in stone. Nothing could change it.
Not my tears, not my pleas. I was powerless against his will.
"I believe your father knows what's best for you," Sophia whispered beside me.
I bit my lip to keep from snapping
