ISABELLA
The walk from the private elevator to my desk felt like crossing a minefield in heels. I was wearing the emerald green cashmere sweater and tailored black pencil skirt that had been waiting for me in the villa’s closet. The sweater hugged my full breasts and narrow waist perfectly, while the skirt clung to my wide hips and thick thighs before stopping just above my knees. For the first time in years, my body was actually visible. I had soft, feminine curves, generous breasts, a dramatic hourglass figure, and a round, plump ass that the skirt did nothing to hide. My legs looked longer in the modest heels I’d chosen.
I felt completely naked.
Heads turned the second I stepped onto the executive floor. The usual morning chatter died down almost instantly.
Sarah, who was sipping c
