Sapphire’s POV‘Satisfied’ is the word to use.I stared at myself in the mirror, carefully paying attention to my curves and the delicate stitches on the gown. For once, I was not staring at myself through someone else’s lens and wondering what they thought about me.It was a white illusion gown. Alessandro had only seen it on the rack but not on me and I intended to keep it that way. “I’m taking this.” I announced, turning to the sales attendant and the manager. They quickly walked up to my side helping me get out of the gown.Ten minutes later, I was back in my tailored pants and shirt. Grace carefully zipped the Donna gown into the garment bag, sealed it and handed it to Alessandro’s men, who carried it straight to the car. When I stepped out of the fitting room, Alessandro was already standing close to the glass doors, dropping a thick stack of bills onto the counter for the staff before sliding his phone into his jacket pocket.He pushed the door open for me, his hand rested a
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