Carla
How did I get here? I was only trying to help a stranger with her dress and get off the stage. How come I am now a commodity being priced at an auction?
I know I have messed up, and Don Angelo doesn't even want to look at me, but I have learned my lesson. I will never do anything this stupid again. Why won't he look my way?
God, please make him have mercy on me… Don Angelo… Please, save me. Please…
I can't even dare to cry in public. What image would I create for him? He might even punish me more than I deserve. How many spanks am I getting tonight? I can't count, because I may just faint by imagining it.
“One billion dollars for the dress and the model!” Who is this man? Why is he trying to do this to me? I have not seen him before. I don't even know anyone here. So, why are
