ELENA

The night of Dominic’s highly anticipated dinner party had finally arrived.

I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection with a fresh wave of resentment tightening in my chest. The dress he had picked out for me clung to my body, leaving little to the imagination. It was short, tight, and completely inappropriate for an event like this.

Out of all the beautiful, elegant gowns I had chosen, he had deliberately picked this one—the one that made me feel exposed, like I was ...