ceremony was simple and quiet. There was no music, no celebration. People whispered that I was lucky to have a roof over my head. But all I felt was fear.
The man I had been promised to—Don Esteban—was already graying, his face lined with the years. I imagined my life would become one long shadow: a young girl trapped in a marriage she never chose, with no love, no future, and no escape.
Ezoic
That night, I walked into the bedroom, my heart pounding with dread. I expected silence. Darkness.
