C7 Appeals in the Echo Chamber

(POV: Isabela Montoya)

Back in the suffocating silence of my suite, the porcelain doll composure I’d maintained cracked, splintering under the weight of Papa’s decree. I sank onto the edge of the chaise lounge; the pale blue linen of the dress Camila had laid out this morning feeling like sackcloth against my skin. Mateo Castillo. His name echoed inside my head