Danica
I watched as Ignazio left the room, the dress box in my hand, and couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. Ignazio had ordered a dress for me to wear to the club, and I was curious to see what he had chosen.
“Woah!” I covered my mouth with my palm as I stared widely at the dress.
The dress was stunning, a dark red mini gown with sliver beads as a design, but it was also incredibly revealing. The material was thin and silky, and the cut was designed to showcase my curves.
I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I picked up the dress, holding it against my body. It was surprisingly comfortable, despite its flimsiness. I couldn't help but wonder what Ignazio had been thinking when he chose this dress for me.
I looked at myself in the mirror, the dress clinging to my body. I felt
