Gilded Handcuffs
~SIMONE'S POV~
The stylist arrived that morning like a fairy godmother from a twisted fairy tale.
"Signor Stravkos has requested that you be prepared for this evening," Maria explained as three women wheeled in racks of dresses, cases of jewelry, and enough cosmetics to stock a department store.
I sat on my bed, still trying to process what Nicholas had told me over breakfast. A business dinner.
My first public appearance as his "companion." The word had tasted bitter in his mouth like he wasn't entirely comfortable with it either.
"Prepared for what, exactly?" I asked though I had a sinking feeling I already knew.
"To look the part," the lead stylist said with professional enthusiasm. "Signor Stravkos wants you to make an impression."
The dresses were beautiful—s
