Face her

Hazel meticulously prepared dinner for Francisco, every detail reflecting her determination to convince him of her loyalty. The room was dimly lit, casting a warm and romantic glow over the elegantly set table. The soft light flickered off the walls, highlighting the careful decorations she had arranged. The air was filled with the delicate aroma of the meal she had prepared, a blend of spices and herbs meant to enchant his senses.

Dressed in a striking red frock, Hazel let her hair cascade in soft waves around her shoulders. She took a deep breath, her heart racing as she considered the evening ahead. This was her chance to either secure her freedom or resign herself to a life with Francisco, a man whose power made escaping his grasp nearly impossible.

Her thoughts were a whirlwind of anxiety and determination. Could she really pull this off? Was it possible to convince Francisco that she had genuinely changed her mind about him? The stakes were high, and failure was not an option. S