Rhea POV
He can’t see the marks, can he?
That was the only thing echoing in my head as the young man kept talking to me, his smile so open and friendly it almost made me uncomfortable.
The dress Dorian had given me wasn’t indecent, but it was light, too thin, too soft against my skin, and it clung in all the wrong places. I felt exposed under the lounge lights, painfully aware of every passing glance. Why did he even bring me here if I was just going to stand in the corner like an ornament? Not that I dared complain.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” the young man who introduced himself as John asked again, his brow furrowing in genuine concern.
“I’m fine,” I replied, forcing another polite smile that didn’t reach my eyes. I just wanted to get out of here.
He studied me for a second that f
