The Surprise
Proserpina
I reluctantly opened the bag he had indicated. It bore the label of a famous fashion house. And I opened my mouth in shock. An insignia gown in black with a voluminous skirt and a tight-fitting bodice with a plunging neck line, in the sheerest of materials, expensive by any count! The next bag had a pair of shoes, and a small purse.
Even as I stood staring at it, Lucien emerged, clad in a towel, fresh from the shower. His hair was damp, and he stopped in the doorway, frowning when he saw I was still there, goggling like a child at the dress.
"Change!" he bellowed. Grabbing the bags and feeling like Cinderella, I scooted from the room.
Half an hour later, my Mafia Don entered my room. I was standing before the mirror, staring at myself and gaping at the transfor
