SONIA’S POV
The sounds I hear once we’re parked in the garage are somewhat distant and yet loud. Where are they coming from?
“Come, Sonia. We don’t want to keep our guest waiting now, do we?”
“Our guest? What do you mean?” I ask, bewildered. The train of my gown was taken off hours earlier so I’m able to exit the car without help. Anthony holds the elevator door open for me and let’s go once I’m in, hitting the button to the 47th floor. I seize the opportunity to probe once more. “Anthony what’s going on?”
“It’s a tradition here to deflower your bride on the night of the wedding within earshot of everyone who cares to listen. After the s*x, the sheet is taken for inspection.” He’s leaning on the railing, explaining like we’re talking about something totally normal.
I can feel the
