A R I A N A

The wedding reception finally ended.

No more fake smiles, no more pretending to be happy, no more watching Angelo glare at us from across the room.

Dante didn't say a word to me as we left Just grabbed my arm and led me to his black car waiting outside.

The ride to his mansion was completely silent.

I sat as far from him as possible, pressed against the door, staring out the window at the passing city lights.

My throat still hurt where he'd choked me my wedding ring ...