Luciana's POV

The reflection staring back at me in the mirror felt foreign, as if it belonged to someone else. My tight, pale face was masked beneath layers of powder applied by the makeup artist, yet beneath it all, I burned with a fierce rage. My hands clenched the fabric of my white dress, the only evidence of my fury and disdain for my impending marriage to Donovan.

I longed to escape this place, to avoid the wedding entirely, but I was trapped. Two burly men stood guard at the door, ...