Alina swept her arm across the vanity, sending a crystal perfume bottle shattered against the floor. The expensive scent filled the room.
"Why didn't he take my name??!!!" she shrieked, her chest going up and down. "He looked at the camera and said 'fiancée'! Why wasn't it Alina?!"
Elias stood by the window, his silhouette dark against the morning light. He stared at the blank television screen, his expression blank.
"Don't tell me Viella changed the plot again!" Alina's voice rose, her face twisting with a mix of fury and genuine panic.
She scrambled toward him, grabbing his sleeve. "Elias... tell me!! How is that possible?! Dante was finally becoming mine after all that hard work! He was supposed to say my name in today's interview! The script said he would!"
Elias remained perfectly still, his arm like a frozen branch in her grip.
