ELENA
I splashed some cold water on my face, not caring about the makeup. I was done posing for the cameras while wearing that fake smile when all I wanted to do was slap that despicable man!
The coldness of the water felt relieving against my hot skin. I wiped my face with the napkin before throwing it in the dustbin.
I held onto the edge of the sink, leaning forward a little. I stared again at my face and the more I looked at myself, the more anger rose inside me.
How did I fall into his trap? How did I let him have his way? And what tonight meant for my future? And dad? What would be his reaction? Would he be happy that finally, a man dared to accept me? Would he live in the delusion that his daughter was in safe hands?
There were many questions battling with my conscience. I looked down, and again my eyes caught that shining stone resting on my finger.
