FRANCESCA's POV
I would rather die than marry him
He will not force me, this is unacceptable.
All these thoughts threatened to overwhelm me and the words in the book I had been reading swarm before my eyes as I tried to concentrate after he was gone.
It was noon soon and as he had mentioned; a woman whom I assumed to be the dressmaker immediately walked into the room, her eyes settling on me with a smile on her face.
I wondered if she knew that I was just some sort of prisoner who was about to be forcefully married by her captor.
Maybe she could figure out a way to get me away from here or inform the police of my situation if I talked to her about it.
“Hello, my name is Laura and you must be Francesca. I was asked to show you a couple of dresses and to take your measurement for a we
