Annabel’s pov
Freedom of choice was not in my book.
Jennifer is putting me on the right leash by letting me out for some fresh air with Luke who may act like he doesn't care but he was looking at me with his side eye.
One step out of line and I am sure he would rip my head off.
He thinks Jennifer doesn't care about me. I am just a pawn learning to find her way.
Walking down the market street, shrouded in black, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being a puppet in Jennifer's grand scheme. The mask concealed my identity, offering a semblance of anonymity in the bustling crowd. The world continued its routine, unaware of the internal struggle I faced.
Luke and I found ourselves in a peculiar restaurant, dimly lit with a mysterious ambiance. The aroma of exotic spices hung in the ai
