Chapter 93

EPILOGUE (1) ELLE It takes a while for me to believe that what I am seeing is real, that it is not a dream I made up, a wish that I have longed for. Gabriel and I have started upon a rough path, just like any other arranged marriage would be. I hated him back when we were young but ended up infatuated, charmed. He was the bad boy who made me cry and made me hate myself though all of that changed when he and I were trapped inside a broom cupboard. From then on, I am entrapped, captivated...