Bab 29: CHAPTER 28

I knew I said I would do anything, but this... My stomach twisted as I stared at the outfit laid out before me—delicate lace, sheer fabric that barely covered anything, and soft ribbons that tied in all the wrong places. It was as if someone had tried to turn me into a living, breathing doll. The maid assigned to me stood nearby, her face blank, though I swore I saw the faintest hint of sympathy in her eyes.

I almost burst out laughing, but it wasn't from amusement. No, it was the sheer humiliation of it all. My hands shook as I touched the fabric, feeling its thinness under my fingertips. This wasn't just clothing; it was a command, an expectation I couldn't refuse. I didn't even need to meet him to know what he wanted from me.