_Emilia's POV_I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. Maria, the maid, had helped me get ready for the party, styling my hair and applying makeup to my face.I looked... different. More polished, more refined. But underneath the surface, I was still the same person. Scared, uncertain, and trapped.I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. I had to get through this night, no matter what.As I turned to leave, I caught sight of the necklace glinting in the light. Marco's token, his reminder of the debt my father owed him.I felt a surge of anger, but I pushed it down. I had to play along, for now.I made my way downstairs, where Marco was waiting for me. He looked... stunning, dressed in a tailored tuxedo that accentuated his broad shoulders and chiseled features."Emilia, you look beautiful," he said, his eyes roving over me.I felt a flush rise to my cheeks, but I tried to play it cool. "Thanks," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.Marco offered me his arm, an
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