63.Amelia's POV"Donna Amelia, do you need help with your make-up? What about your dress, should I come in and make adjustments?"The questions came with a ripple of nerve-racking knocks on my door. But I ignored them moving to the far end of the room."Donna Amelia?" The maidservant continued. Are you still there? Why are you silent?"Good question.I didn't want to leave for the date. I didn't know, but I suddenly found solace within the walls of the cage I had come to know as home. The hours had rolled into days and the days into months. Yet I couldn't settle in and find a sense of belonging—nothing other than the grey skies and the claustrophobic atmosphere.So I would do anything.Just anything to be away from that man, to wipe the image of his face out of my mind. But here I was, dressed in an exclusively designed ball gown and expensive rubies—waiting for the limousine he had chartered. Waiting for my very end.I wished that the rain would suddenly begin in heavy torrents or t
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