Gianna's POV

After that night with Dennis, I thought I would see him again. But I didn't.

But he never visited me, never reached out. No sympathy, no concern, no desire.

I was nothing to him but a duty to fulfill—a tool to secure his lineage.

The days that followed stretched endlessly. At first, I thought I'd go mad waiting, but I found solace in painting.

Jessica, always attentive, discovered my passion and arranged for a private studio outfitted ...