CHAPTER 37
She scanned herself in the full-body mirror. She smirked, beyond satisfied with her appearance. Her hair styled in a half-ponytail behind her, long wavy strands hang loosely at her back, it's clipped with a butterfly clam with tassels. A curled hair falling at the side of her face. She's wearing a red strapless semi-sweetheart tube body-con dress with a skirt that reaches three inches above her knees. She puts on red high-heels with some ruby stones at the straps.
She heard one of her gay assistants gasped and one of his hands were against his chest. She looked at him through the mirror.
"Signorina, we feel overly threatened in how beautiful you are every time we dress you up." He said it.
