Interlude: Chapter 3

Amy

Amy paces her room; she had been up since 4 am wracked with nerves. Could she go through with this? She had no one for support here, no one at all, and she felt so utterly alone. Her time spent in New York had been opulent so far, the Baranov’s were classy spenders and showed it. Viktor was still cold towards her, but she had been nothing but polite to him at every turn.

Dimitri avoids her like the plague these days. Ever since his half-assed apology in the gardens the other day, she had seen less and less of him. She wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or not. Suddenly her mind goes to her wedding night and she groans. Dimitri will expect her to spread her legs for him tonight, something she hadn’t thought about until now. Another thing for her to worry about today. Great.

There was a knock at the door and her heart leaped out of her chest. “Amaranthe, the makeup artist is here.” Came