Marie's POV
It was the next day. The day of the shopping. The car stopped in front of the boutique. Patricia was already on her phone, laughing at something Mancini had texted her.
"Look, Mancini is so funny," she said, wiping tears. She looked at me but I kept my face forward waiting for the men to open the door for us.
"Come on, Marie," she said, stepping out when they opened the side of her door. "Try to smile today."
I didn't answer. I just followed her inside the boutique. Two of Mancini's men stood by the door, watching.
Patricia walked straight to the racks of dresses, humming softly. "We'll get you something nice," she said. "Something simple. Don't worry, I'll help you."
I looked around quietly. The place was big and bright. It wasn't somewhere I could have come on my own cause it looked very expensive. My father wasn't that rich and could only afford basic things. We weren't poor either, just average.
