Valentina POV
I was done with my shower for some time already, before they came to practically drag me out and had an omega help me get dressed and put on makeup. The poor girl was petrified. Whether it was of me or the warriors I’m unsure. But something about her demeanor told me it was mainly towards them.
Unfortunately, they never left us alone, so I wasn’t able to ask her where we are. And even more sad – they put me in the most disgusting outfit you could ever think of. If you are going to face someone you hate with a passion, that is. This would have been fine if I were going to meet Tommy. But it’s way too revealing for me to meet anyone else. It’s a short spaghetti strap red dress, which completely clings to my body like a glove.
I look like a prostitute.
After the same routi
