Chapitre 63: Chapter 63: MANCINI

Maybe it was my demeanor, I don't know, or maybe someone had been telling tales out of school, but this guy stood stiff as a statue like he was ready to bolt any second. I didn't bother trying to put him at ease. Sometimes it paid to pay attention to those tales. Although I was pretty sure I wasn't about to chuck him out the damn window if I didn't like the clothes he brought for me to choose from.

I perused the outfits he'd rushed up to me, all in her size, after I'd hurriedly given a rough idea of what I wanted. "Here, we won't be needing this." I handed back the dress that was missing its bottom half and most of its back. She won't be needing that shit; I already took the bait.