I knew the second Sofia laid the dress out…
This wasn’t just dinner.
This was something else.
Something bigger.
“Mr. Giordano wants you in this,” she said, smoothing her hands over the fabric like it mattered.
Like I mattered.
I stared at it.
Red.
Not soft. Not subtle.
Bold.
The kind of red that didn’t ask for attention—it demanded it.
“I don’t think I’ve ever owned anything like that,” I muttered.
Sofia’s lips curved slightly. “You do now.”
Right.
Of course I do.
Because nothing here was mine.
It was all his.
By the time I was ready, I barely recognised myself again.
The dress hugged every curve, the material sleek against my skin, the neckline lower than I was used to. My hair fell in soft waves over my shoulders, my makeup sharper this time.
Stronger.
More… intimidat
