Chapter 11 In The Grip Of Control

• The door creaked open, and Anna entered carrying a different dress. It was black, bold, and designed to command attention. The fabric shimmered slightly in the dim light, the neckline plunging just enough to make Sofia’s cheeks burn.
• Sofia’s brow furrowed as she took in the sight of it. “Where am I supposed to wear this?” she asked, her tone a mix of suspicion and defiance.
• Anna’s face remained neutral, her voice carefully devoid of emotion. “Mr. Vitale requested it,” she replied. “You should change now.”