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Chapter Thirty-Five: What a woman

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Damiano's POV

I sat in the living room, back leaned into the chair, and head resting comfortably.

But I wasn't comfortable.

It had been two hours already and they weren't done yet.

Why spend so much time on something that'll be washed away the moment a girl is thrown into a pool?

It doesn't add up.

But I had no choice. I had given the orders, and now I had to wait for them to be carried out.

I waited for a few more minutes, my blood unable to settle before finally standing up.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I was about to head for the stairs when I saw them—more like her—descending.

Catarina and the other ladies were with her but my gaze was focused on her. Only her.

Her steps were slow and steady, but each one made it harder for me to look away.

The dress they had put her in fit her perfectly. It hugged her in all the right places, then flowed down like it had been stitched by someone who sold their soul for tailoring skills.

The color was deep and rich—somewhere between dark
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