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❧ Fiorella ☙

He's a fucking animal , monster, idiot I loathe him so much, I look at the clothes they brought me and I can't believe , if you can call them clothes, he wants me in ribbons. A stylist shows up at noon and while I endure her attentions as she tousles my hair , waxes me to near disappearance and masterfully does my makeup so I don't even look made up , I hate every second of it.

Once she leaves, I slip back into my shirt and wait for the costume Darian has prepared for me. A few moments later, a maid enters the room with a bag for the dress. She places it on my closet door.

"Thank you," I tell her, even though the dress and this place leave a bitter taste in my mouth. As soon as he leaves the room, I get off the bed and head to the closet, unzipping the bag to inspect its contents. I'm not surprised to see that it's a deep red color, almost wine, and barely what I would call a dress.

The front of the dress has a panel that is little more than lace, and the back is open exc
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