Emma
I walk through the evening like a zombie, the ring a stark reminder that I'm only here because my father and Luca's father deemed it a good business deal to tie our families together using us as collateral.
Once, I would have been perfectly happy to be standing beside Luca, but I don't feel like his equal anymore, and that doesn't bode well for me.
My finger still smarts, the stinging giving way to swelling around the metal he placed on, knowing it would never be removed again.
For some reason unknown to me, I feel somewhat honoured he would give me a ring I had always fantasised about owning and in the face of admitting that he would never let me go by ensuring the ring would never leave my body again unless I were dead and they severed my finger to claim back the heirloom that
