Girl on a Diamond Pedestal. Maisey Yates

she could trust was her own.

      Of course, it would be better if she could find a decent amount of strength.

      She swallowed heavily and took a step back. He took a step toward her and she stopped, rooted to the spot on the plush carpet.

      “I’m glad you’re intent on playing your part, Noelle. Because tonight,” he lifted his hand and skimmed her cheek with his thumb, brushing a lock of her pale gold hair from her shoulder, “I’m going to show the world that you’re mine.”