A day later, Felix came back like nothing had happened.
Right on time.
Like a perfect husband.
He walked in with gifts like it was just another normal day. A necklace, blue and shining like the ocean itself, worth more than I could even process. And a dress, custom-made, covered in diamonds that caught every bit of light.
“Danica,” he said, his voice softer now, almost warm. “It’s our seventh anniversary. I want everyone to see how happy we are.”
Happy.
I didn’t say anything.
I just changed into the dress.
Let him put the necklace on me.
Let him look at me like I was something precious.
And then I let him take my hand and lead me out.
The banquet was held in one of his hotels. Of course it was. Seven stars, private, untouchable. His territory.
The ballroom was packed. Celebrities, mafias, business elites, people with power and money, all dressed like they belonged in a different world.
Everything sparkled.
Everything looked perfect. But something felt… off. All the waiters wore the same uniform and masks.
Every single one of them.