Four days after I asked him to help with Marcus, an envelope arrived in the mail, thick and weighty, sealed in gold foil with Victor’s personal crest. Inside was an invitation with specific instructions—alarmingly specific. It listed the exact time I was to head downstairs to prepare, the exact boutique I’d be driven to, and the exact expectations for my behavior once I arrived at the event.There were no explanations. Just commands dressed up in cursive calligraphy.Much like the night he invited me to dinner, Victor sent a sleek black car to collect me. This time, it took me to a high-end boutique nestled into the heart of the city. The moment I stepped in, I was no longer a person. I was an image to be crafted.The dress they chose for me was pale pink, delicate as crushed rose petals, threaded with soft pearls and thin silk that clung to my skin. My hair was pulled into an elegant updo, a few strands curled and left to frame my face. They dabbed only a little makeup on me, mostly
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