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Chapter 34
Emiliana
I paced nervously back and forth in my bedroom. Luciano was taking me out and I was still figuring out what to wear. I owned millions of dresses, outfits, and various garments but as usual, I couldn’t find the right one.
The bedroom was in a complete state of disarray. Clothes were sprawled out, jewelry overlapped and intertwined through the material as I tried to make and head and tail of my current situation.
I finally opted for a simple black bandage dress. Stitched fabric with a matching stitched geometric design. The inch-wide straps crossed over my back, accentuating my bust slightly but hugging my curves perfectly.
I felt the lingering eyes penetrate my back as I gazed at myself approvingly in the mirror. Turning to m
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