LILA POV
I shouldn't have come here. I shouldn't be here. The realization claws at my mind as I stand frozen, dressed in a black short gown fitted to my exact measurements.
The thin straps rest on my shoulders, holding up a V-neckline that exposes my cleavage.
The hemline is short, stopping at my mid-thigh, ensuring every f*****g step I take is measured. The long slit exposes my thighs, commanding every bit of attention.
With the click of my five-inch platform heels, I feel like a fancy hooker. Each step I take draws every f*****g gaze to me, like I'm some kind of princess. Men stare. Guys gape. If only they knew I was nothing but Rafael's puppet.
The room...
It smells like money, power, and bad decisions. Golden chandeliers hang from the ceiling, illuminating the polished floo
