~DORIAN’S POV~
Standing in this aisle, I feel like a puppet. With the strings of my fate lying in the hands of my mother, I feel powerless. That feeling of helplessness is further worsened by this forced marriage.
As if this marriage isn’t already hard to tolerate, I am made to smile while I participate in this sham. Whenever I stop smiling, Olivia would aggravate my anger by repeatedly asking me the reason behind my inability to bring up a smile on my face.
“Dorian, you seem tired. Why don’t you go ahead and take a rest while I hang out with some of my friends from Tutelage?” Olivia unwittingly gives me an opportunity to escape.
Rejoiced to finally get the fortunate moment to escape this mayhem, I nod and walk away. Before I make my way out of the ballroom, my mother observes me le
