Alejandro escorts me into a blacked-out Rolls Royce. I was expecting Frank and Charlotte but I don't see them anywhere.
As if reading my mind, Alejandro says,
"Frank and Charlotte will meet us at the venue."
"Oh, okay."
I look out the window, thinking of ways I could escape or kill Alejandro... Oh, to kill him and escape this life sounds like a dream. In fact, prison sounds like a dream.
Alejandro places a hand on top of mine, which was resting on my lap, "You seem to have a lot on your mind tonight."
"What makes you say that?" I ask almost mockingly.
"You zoned out a couple of times at home," he answers.
"Oh? Did I?" There's clear sarcasm in my tone.
"You did..." He seems genuinely confused. "So, will you care to share?"
"No, thank you," I decline.
"Why not?" He pushes me further.
"I'd rather not be punished tonight. My gown is far too pretty to be ripped into pieces." I give him a bitter smile.
