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CHAPTER 51: THE GALA TRAP

Penulis: Frya Isaac
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-09-18 21:31:53

By seven that evening, I stood in front of the vanity mirror, wondering whether I had gone too far.

The dress was red—not a bright, dramatic crimson, but a deep, dangerous blood red. It was elegant and perfectly tailored, with a low back that left most of my shoulders and spine exposed. The fabric followed every curve without looking vulgar, cascading down into a subtle train that moved like liquid fire whenever I walked.

I turned slightly to inspect my reflection. "Too much?"

The stylist s
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