Gabriella

The outfit Damien had chosen for today consisted of high-waisted wool slacks, a long-sleeve blouse with tight cuffs and flowing arms, and high-heeled boots, much more comfortable than yesterday’s shoes. By the time our breakfast arrived, I was mostly dressed and fixing my hair. My degree of dress didn’t matter because Damien was present to open the door.

Now, about seven hours later, I was standing before the coalition and ...