The Billionaire's Favourite Mistake
"Dominque will take you to the ballroom tonight to meet the investors. I want you to look beautiful, my dear. So I ordered the most stunning dress from CEVS."
My father's body shifted, ready to get out of the room. I paused when I saw his reflection in the mirror. Layla and Taylah, my two personal maids, politely polish my dress and gently comb my long, wavy hair.
"And by the way. I want you to wear those shoes," he said. His eyes pointed to the table beside the dressing table.
"You are the perfect Cinderella, my dearie," in my father's mischievous smile. My heart sank in both pains, shouting for freedom.
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