Gabriella, Henry and Charles
Jane whirled on the girl, her features in a deep frown. "No. You can't. Just leave me be," she said, her voice wobbling.
"It was a mistake for me ever to come here," she said. She had gotten turned around and yanked open a door, hoping she could find something to cover herself up.
I'm nothing but one of his whores. I've become the very thing I never wanted to be, she thought to herself, hoping to find at least a towel. She couldn't have felt more vulnerable than if she had been standing in front of everyone nude.