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I needed something that said: elegant, composed, untouchable. My fingers finally landed on a limited-edition Dior dress I'd been saving for the right moment - a navy blue piece with the signature Oblique print, featuring a high neckline and pleated waist that hugged my curves before flaring out slightly. After slipping it on, I studied my reflection critically. The dress was perfect - sophisticated enough for business yet undeniably eye-catching. I applied my makeup with extra care, finishing with a bold red lip that made my whole face come alive. "Not bad, Aria," I whispered to myself, turning to catch my profile in the mirror.

“You saw that?” “I did.” Silence stretched between them. Finally, Darius crossed the room and unlocked the glass case with a small silver key hanging from his belt. He carefully lifted the old book into his hands. Dust danced through the sunlight. The leather cover was cracked with age, yet the crimson moon emossed on its front still gleamed faintly. Serafina couldn’t look away. “What is it?” “A history book.” “You don’t seem convinced.” “I’m not.” He placed the book on a nearby table. “This isn’t the original one.”

CHAPTER 11 ISABELLE’S POV The house felt lonely and quiet since Rob left for work, so I decided to do some shopping at the mall. Not like I needed anything in particular, just it made me feel happy. It was therapy. I stopped by a Dior store and decided to get my all time favorite. J’adore Eau de parfum. That had been my go to since my stay in Paris. And sadly it was out of stock here. Somehow after that disappointment, I found myself in the lingerie section holding up a black silk slip that looked bonkers on me.

Muttering a thank you to him, she walked away towards the shelves and started with the letter A that was boldly crafted on the shelf. Her hands trailed off the books, making her inhale the musky smell, and she moaned internally at it. “This is heaven.” She told herself before she continued. She wasn’t even done with one shelf yet her eyes and mind has already found a book that they are interested in. Even, if she wants to pick out, she trusts to see more exciting books. “You love it?” Alpha Dorian II asked. He had noticed how she had stayed there, staring at the same book and she didn’t even make any attempt to move away. “It seems nice and the introduction didn’t say much which makes it mor

“That’s why you’re here. I've grown past wasting my money on undeserving women.” Undeserving women? Meaning I'm deserving. I tried hard not to smile, so he won't notice my excitement. We got out of the car and entered the wide and exotic-looking boutique. I have only seen these kinds of places on the screen, not in real life. Inside Dior first. “Evening wear,” He told the attendant. “Full range. Show her.” He picked some too. But me? I could barely touch anything. I felt… out of place. Shy. I didn’t even know what to reach for, everything felt too large, too much. I just brushed my hands against the fabrics.

"Yes!" "Really?" Dior chuckles wickedly. "Because when I broke into your locker that one time, I read through some of your romance novels, and wow—Patricia, you're a thirsty girl. All the guys were described as ripped, perfect creatures, which makes me believe I might not be that far-off from what you desire." I inwardly scream. "YOU READ THROUGH MY NOVELS?!" I'm seething, convinced there can't be a cockier guy than Dior on the face of the earth. Once more, I face him but then immediately regret it.

Soraya's POV “You… booked the entire boutique? Darius only shrugged. “Of course,” he said softly. “I don't want anyone else seeing you in your dress before I do.” My eyes widened. He what? I turned to looked at the boutique in front of us, its glass doors closed to the outside world. Through the huge windows, I could see a “PRIVATE APPOINTMENT IN PROGRESS” sign already placed outside. Inside, golden lights glowed gently against the marble floor. Rows of gowns sparkled like starlight. And not a single other customer in sight.

I’m terrified of what I will see. For a few seconds there is a shocked silence from Rosa’s side. I have never behaved this way before. “Look,” she says. “A really gorgeous black and gold Dior came in yesterday. It’s for a fashion shoot next Monday. It’ll be perfect for you. Want to borrow it?” “Oh, my god, yes,” I sob. By now tears are running down my face. “I’ll come around about six,” she says. “Okay.” “Have you got gold shoes?” “I’ve got black.” “Sandals?”

“After everything.” I hesitate, then nod. “I do.” It feels almost dangerous to say. After paying without blinking at the total, I step back into the corridor. Shoppers drift past us in slow waves. No one stares no whispers. For a moment, I feel almost human again. I pause near the escalator. “Just one more stop,” I say. Carlos lifts an eyebrow. “One?” “I promise.” He gestures for me to lead. We stop outside the Dior storefront. The glass is spotless, the logo gleaming in understated silver letters. Inside, marble floors and cream walls frame displays of handbags and shoes arranged like art.

He signals with his finger. I gulp down the saliva in my mouth, wishing to finish up within this time. Since he's implying I get fast, I'll also put on my dress so fast that before he gets to look at me twice, I'm already covered. I grin slightly. I just defeated his plan. Upon opening the package, I realize that both the shirt and suit are designed and buttoned in a totally different fashionable way. This is a Dior product, I'm quite sure it must be a sample model product, besides this I haven't used such expensive products before.