–Laura–
It's David's birthday, and we're heading to the hotel. After days of mourning—Grandma even threatening to march to jail and "handle" the woman who killed our mother—it finally feels like we can breathe again. I somehow managed to calm Grandma down. Grandpa, on the other hand, looked like he was already plotting Dad's funeral. I swear, that man's glare could melt titanium.
But according to Livana, killing isn't the best revenge. For our father, she said, emotional torture works better. Knowing her, she'll find a way—quiet, elegant, and absolutely terrifying.
"I look like a balloon," I muttered, studying myself in the mirror. The beige gown hugged every curve, and my belly looked massive. I turned sideways and grimaced.
"That's because you seduced me nonstop," Damien said casually, giving my butt a gentle smack.
I rolled my eyes. "Excuse me, I was just being affectionate."
