Chapter 60

Violet’s P.O.V.

“Olive, I’ve never worn something this revealing before.” I mumbled from the passenger seat of her car, fiddling with the skirt I now wore. It was soft and silky against my bare legs, comforting in comparison to the scratchy fishnets she had me in. “You can see my scars, more than I’ve ever had anyone see.”

The worst one, the puckered line that rested just above my heart, was on full display for the world to see. Not only that, but it was more than noticeable considering my breasts practically spilled out of the corset she had forced me into. I felt horribly self-conscious, but I had to give it to her—the girl had style.

She’d taken something as basic as a lace corset and an ankle length skirt and turned me into some kind of gothic bar maiden from the Renaissance era. The skirt itself was something I’d personally find unflattering, but when tucked into the belt around my waist, it showed off my long legs and thick thighs.

“If people are going to stare at you like you’r