Sabrina sat in the living room, a servant brushing through her hair.
Her eyes were shut tight, her lower lip caught between her teeth. A tear slipped free and she wiped it with the back of her hand.
Dante had come to see her after Nina was taken away, but she'd wanted Nina dead first before she would see him. He'd come a few more times, and when she couldn't hold out any longer she finally went to him.
He'd looked at her once and known she wasn't Nina.
He'd been repulsed and left without another glance.
A muffled cry escaped her lips.
"It is okay, Sabrina, stop crying. I'll find you another nobleman, better than Dante. He's not even that good looking. Stop crying over spilt milk."
Marjorie said it without looking up, cutting flowers and arranging them in the vase, a headache forming from the sound of her daughter's tears. She'd been at it for more than an hour.
"But I don't want another man. It's Dante I want," Sabrina cried.
