Amelia's POV
The car halted in front of a beauty salon and Alessandro alighted before opening the door of the car for me.
I glared at him with a stunned expression on while he just chuckled and took my hand, helping me out.
"What are we doing here?" I asked him as we walked in.
"You'll know very soon." He said, rubbing the back of my palm with a smile.
"Good afternoon, Don DeMarco. Welcome to Facial." One of the attendants greeted and another walked up to us.
"Is this your girlfriend, sir? We promise to make sure she looks like extra dazzling in just some minutes. We have the best wears just for her."
Girlfriend? Only if they knew I was nothing but his slave.
"Yeah, make sure of that. I'll pick a dress when you're done with the make-up. I'll be there." Alessandro
