LENA'S POV"Stop shaking, Lena. You’re ruining the line of the silk."My mother’s hand snapped out, pinning my shoulder against the dressing room mirror. She didn’t look at my face; she was too busy obsessing over the lace sleeves."I think I’m going to be sick," I said. My voice sounded thin, like it belonged to someone else.Margaret finally looked at me. Her eyes weren't kind. They were calculating. "You’re not getting sick. You’re getting married. Do you have any idea what happens if you walk out there and make a scene? Edmund didn't pay two million dollars to your father’s estate for a girl who 'feels sick.'""He bought me," I whispered. "That’s what this is. A sale."Margaret slapped me.The sound echoed in the small room. My cheek stung, the heat blooming across my skin."He saved us," Margaret hissed, leaning in close. I could smell her expensive perfume, it smelled like a trap. "You should be thanking God that a man like Edmund Hale even looked at a useless girl like you. Now
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