Desired by the Mafia Kings
It's calming, despite the circumstances, and as I look back in the mirror, I am completely stunned by what I see.
It's a long, black gown. And not just black, but midnight black. Mysterious, seductive and the complete opposite of the dress I had arrived in. My hair is styled in fluffy, bouncy curls, and I've got on heavy makeup: a sultry, smoky eye and a bold ombre red lip. It's like I'm a completely different person, one that would fit perfectly into Ezio's world...
"Hm. This will do." Fernanda says once the stylists step away from me, not even bothering to look back at me. It's like they're all just trained robots, brought here to do their jobs and leave right after.
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