Mia
The car door opened and slammed shut, and there he was, Lorenzo, towering over me, his face a mask of fury. His eyes scanned me from head to toe, his disgust palpable. A wave of nausea washed over me. This was the man who had turned my life upside down, the architect of my misery. Hate, pure and unadulterated, consumed me. I wanted to lash out, to hurt him, to make him pay for what he had done to me and my mother.
He approached me, his eyes scanning me with a cold, calculating gaze. His face, usually masked by a veneer of calm, was now etched with a cruel satisfaction.
"You look like a tramp," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "This isn't a casual gathering, Mia. It's a formal event."
"Never said I was coming."
" How dare you defy me?" His voice rose. "This is your fir
