The dining room looked like Thanksgiving instead of a simple family dinner. Roasted chicken scented with lemon and thyme sat at the center of the table, flanked by a bowl of mashed potatoes swirled with garlic butter, glistening glazed carrots, and a crisp salad. I’d changed exactly as Mom asked. The black dress was sleeveless, fitted tight through the ribs, and skimmed just above my knees — longer than the nightie, but still short. No bra. No panties. I smirked and walked into the dining room and took the empty seat. Old man, Victor sat at the head, sleeves rolled up, forearms flexing as he reached for the wine. Mom was to his right, already pouring. Kai watched her with lazy appreciation. Diego lounged to my left, one arm draped possessively over the back of his chair, legs spread wide like he owned the room. How arrogant. But the real heat came from across the table. The eldest brother, , sat directly opposite me. “Everything looks amazing, Elena. You di
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