Chapter 148
|| Elinda's POV ||
The night had started out so promising, but now here I was, walking hastily through the ballroom of the party, my heart pounding in my chest.
The icy stares of the reporters, who had previously been so fascinated by each step I took, now stabbed at me like dagger into my heart. They hated me.
They implied me as nothing but a puppet, dancing to the command of the Mafia. And their words, their voices, running in my head, erasing the rich tune that hummed in the background.
I had barely been able to force a smile for a few photographs, but I felt the weight of their judgment bearing down on me like a thousand-pound boulder on my shoulders. The longer the night went on, the more tension started to build up. It was as if the whole room was against me. I couldn't escape the whispers. They called me a traitor.
I had done my best to pretend that it didn't exist, to smile and take it all in stride, but it was becoming too much. The air was heavy. I felt trapped
