I stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror in Khloe's opulent dressing room, the soft light illuminating the sleek, obsidian dress that clung to my curves like a second skin.
It was a far cry from my usual power suits, a deliberate shedding of my corporate armor for something altogether more alluring.
Khloe, perched on a velvet chaise lounge, surveyed me with a critical eye, a playful smirk dancing on my lips.
"Darling, you look like sin wrapped in silk. Andres Grant won't know what hit him."
I offered a tight, humorless smile. "That's the point, isn't it?"
Until now, hindi pa rin ako sanay na sabihin ang mga bagay na yon. It tastes bitter in my mouth every time that I say that.
But I need it. Kailangan kong gawin ito para kay Tyra. Hindi ako papayag na mawalang-bisa ang lahat mg n
