He chuckled, a deep sound that made my core clench. "I'm not telling you how to act. I'm just telling you to embrace who you are."
He then walked over to the closet and pulled out a dress. A red dress. The most stunning red dress I had ever seen. It had glittering diamonds all over that caught the reflection of light, a plunging neckline and a deep slit that went up to my thigh.
"Put this on," he commanded, holding the dress out to me.
I stared at the dress, my mouth agape. There was no way in hell I was wearing that.
"I can't wear that," I said, shaking my head. "It's... it's too much."
"Nonsense. It's perfect," he said, walking towards me. "Now, be a good girl and put it on. Or do I have to help you?"
My cheeks burned at his words, and I snatched the dress from his hand. "Fine. But
