apter 33 Would he find me flowdom?
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Chapter 33: Would he find me flawless?
Gia’s POV
It was later in the day, and I was still restless. When a soft knock came at my door, my heart lurched. For a moment, I thought it was Dante, that was why I had locked it earlier.
“Who’s there?” I called, my voice tighter than I intended.
There was a pause, then a soft voice I recognized. “It’s me… Mira.”
Relief washed through me, though my cheeks still warmed. I crossed the room, unlocked the door, and pulled it
open.
Mira stood there with her head bowed, her hands clasped in front of her, looking far too shy for the bold woman I had witnessed earlier.
“Come in,” I said quietly, stepping aside.
She entered, and somehow her embarrassment only heightened mine.
The silence pressed between us until I finally blurted out, “I… I’m sorry. I should never have… I had no right to watch something so intimate. I promise I’m not a creep.”
Mira lifted her head slightly, her cheeks flushed. “It’s alright, Miss Gia. You don’t have to apologize. If anything, I should be the one… it’s embarrassing, what you saw. We had no business being so reckless.”
I shook my head. “You’re both adults. You can do as you wish. Once again… I’m sorry. I should have walked away the moment I realized what was happening, but…” My voice broke off. “For reasons I’m ashamed to admit, I couldn’t look away.”
Her lips curved into the faintest smile. “There’s nothing to feel ashamed about. Yes, it feels strange at first, being watched, or watching, but it can also be… fascinating. To see others make love. I get it. I’ve been there myself.”
I swallowed hard. “It wasn’t just about anyone having sex. It wasn’t just about watching you and Bruno,…” I took a breath, forcing the words out. “It was about you. How you moved. The control you wielded over him. I never thought I’d see a man as strong as Bruno… undone, begging for you.”
Mira’s blush deepened, and she let out a soft chuckle. “Oh… I see. That’s what you mean. It wasn’t always like that, you know.”
My curiosity got the better of me. “Really? How do you mean?”
Her eyes softened, almost dreamy. “It’s a long story, but a short version? I’ve always had a crush on Bruno. Since I was a teenager. My mother forbade me from feeling anything for him, but I couldn’t help it. I’d steal glances at him during meetings, whenever I was called to serve, holding onto every chance I got to be near him…”
I listened, captivated.
“At first, he didn’t notice me,” she admitted with a small laugh. “To him, I was just a little girl. But then… I turned twenty–two, and things changed.”
“How so?” I asked eagerly.
Mira opened her mouth to answer, but the sound of a knock broke through.
I stiffened and called out, “Who’s there?”
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Grace’s voice came through, clipped but clear. “It’s Grace. Don Dante sent me… to you.”
“Oh,” I breathed, shooting Mira a quick look. Her fingers fidgeted in her lap, her nervousness plain. I raised my
voice. “Come in.”
The door opened, and Mira instantly straightened like a child caught red–handed.
“Mira!” her mother’s stern voice filled the room. “Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you.”
Mira jumped, her head ducking in guilt. “As you can see, I’ve been with Miss Gia, Mama.”
Sensing the tension rising between them, I stepped in quickly. “It’s my fault. I asked her to come. Forgive me if you needed her for something important.”
Grace’s stern gaze swept over us both, her eyes narrowing before softening just a little. “Oh. I thought my stubborn daughter had run off again, to do God knows what.”
Mira arched a brow, lifting her chin. “Well, now you know I wasn’t doing God knows what. So what’s going on?”
Grace folded her arms, shifting her attention to me. “Don Dante sent us to get you ready. You’re going out to an event with him.”
Shock rippled through me. “Going out? Where? He never mentioned anything when I was in his office earlier.”
Grace shrugged. “I’ve no idea. I only follow orders.”
Before I could process it, Grace clapped her hands once and stepped aside. Two women entered carrying a long garment bag and cases of makeup.
My breath caught when they laid the dress out before me, black, scandalous, with a slit that would surely reveal nearly all of my thighs.
What the hell was all of this?
Behind me, Mira’s whisper brushed my ear. “Oh… my God, that dress is everything. You would look so beautiful in it, Miss Gia.”
Confusion twisted inside me as I turned toward her, half in disbelief, half in protest. “Just call me Gia,” I cautioned softly. “Besides… I don’t want any of this.”
Mira’s eyes shifted with something older than her years. “In this world, it doesn’t matter what you want,” she murmured. “Don Dante gives an order, and everyone obeys. No questions asked.”
I rolled
my eyes, muttering under my breath, “I hate him. I hate how he orders and treats me like I have no say.”
Mira drifted closer, her fingers brushing lightly over my shoulders in a way that felt both comforting and suggestive. “Maybe someday,” she whispered, “you can have à say.”
Before I could ask what she meant, Grace’s angry voice cut through the moment. “Mira! Stop standing there like a statue. Get to work.”
Then she looked at me. “Don Dante said tonight is extremely important. You must look flawless.”
Her words only fueled the anger burning in my chest. To him, I was merely an object, a doll to be dressed and paraded at his command. Nothing more.
Grace’s expression softened slightly. “Would you like to take a quick shower first?”
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I shook my head. “I showered moments before you walked in.”
Excitement flashed across her face. “Great. Then let’s not waste time.” With a flick of her wrist, the stylist seized my hand and forced me into the chair.
They curled my hair and pinned it into waves until it spread across my shoulders, shiny and beautiful.
Finally, the makeup artist pressed a bold red lipstick to my lips, dragging the color across with slow precision. When they were finished, they helped me stand and guided me toward the mirror.
Behind me, both Grace and Mira gasped, their voices blending in awe.
“Perfection,” they echoed.
Their words faded into the background as my gaze fixed on my reflection. I smiled faintly, but it wasn’t joy, it was disbelief. The woman staring back at me looked nothing like me.
The makeup was daring, something I had never worn before. My father never allowed me to paint my face like this. I had never dolled up for anything, homeschooled most of my life, shut away from the world. Only in senior year did I step into a real school, and even then, I wasn’t allowed to have friends. I never went to prom. I had always dreamed of the day I would finally dress up, radiant and free, walking into the arms of the man I loved.
But tonight… It wasn’t love waiting. It was Dante. The monster.
My eyes trailed down the reflection slowly, tracing every part of myself as though I were a stranger.
The dress was off–shoulder, leaving my collarbones bare, my breasts pushed upward by the cut. My slender figure, not overly curved, now looked suddenly shaped and accentuated, the fabric hugging what was there.
Then my eyes dropped lower, to the wicked slit. My inner thighs were exposed, nearly indecent. Apart from the day I was auctioned, I had never been this exposed.
A question pierced me. Would Dante approve? Would he find me flawless, like he demanded?
And why in God’s name was my heart beating so hard?
“Gia,” Grace’s voice broke through, brisk and urgent. “We have to go. I just received word, Don Dante is waiting.”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
