The next gown she was forced to put on took her a whole five minutes just so it would look right. Compared to the first one, this looked actually better.
For the first time, she felt relieved she listened to Giovanni. Although she had a suspicion that if she insisted with the first gown, he’d take it off her himself.
Which is both oddly hot and irritating at the same time it was actually making her confused.
“Why are you red?” Giovanni asked her as soon as she stepped back onto the podium in front of him so he could assess the gown.
Ava just blinked. “Why aren’t you?”
He scoffed. “You’re not that pretty. Get over yourself.”
“Oh, yeah? I think all of those men outside thinks otherwise.”
Giovanni’s head snapped so fast in the direction of the glass wall outside that she thought he
