“You are doing that.”
“We can’t keep the Don waiting,” I muttered sarcastically.
“He won’t be mad when he sees how beautiful you look. When he sees how much effort you made just for him,” she said, her voice laced with urgency.
“So when you go down there and apologize for the delay, saying you were only trying to present yourself properly, he’ll understand. He’ll respect that. But if you go down there looking like this....” she gestured at me with frustration “he’ll take it as rebellion. He’ll see you as a problem. And that man doesn’t tolerate disrespect.”
I stared at her, anger swelling in my chest. “What do you want from me?” I shouted.
Her face cracked. “I don’t want him to start viewing you as a threat,” she said quietly. “Because if he does… who knows what he’ll do once you’re
