#Chapter 7 (Doris POV) – Could it be a mistake?
His hand was tightly bound around my wrist as he pulled me through the crowd of people; I knew there was no use struggling to break free from his grip. I just had to pray that the mark was still covered from the makeup. Part of me wondered if I would still be able to deny it even if he did see the mark.
My heart raced rapidly against my chest, and I was afraid that everyone would be able to hear it. The crowd had fallen so silent that you could practically hear a pin drop. As we approached Ms. Shirley, she stared at me with dismay and disappointment. She was one of the oldest maids at the palace and their most trusted.
He stopped me in front of Ms. Shirley and my breathing was nearly out of control. My body was shaking uncontrollably, and I worried that this was going to be it for me. I worried that I was never going to see outside of this palace again.