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Chapter 15 : I don't know why

8:15 pm

I stood looking at myself in the mirror, expecting to see a runway model, but seeing me instead. Apparently, the "event" Mr. Collins wanted me to go to was a club. I've never been the partying type—something about getting blackout drunk has never appealed to me. My idea of fun is trying out a new recipe while blasting music, taking little dance breaks as I go.

As I put on my earrings, my phone buzzed. Seeing Miles's name flash on the screen I answered it, balancing the phone between my shoulder and ear as I adjusted my corset.

"You're really going to this club thing?" Miles's voice is soft, but laced with concern. "You don't even like clubs."

I let out a sigh, looking round for my bangles. "It's not like I want to go, but I can't exactly say no to my boss."

"You know," Miles starts, and I can almost hear the smirk in his voice, "I could spoil you. You wouldn't have to work, or go to these things."

I laugh softly, shaking my head even though he can't see me. "Yeah, right? You're hilarious."

"Just... be careful, alright? I don't like the idea of you out there, especially at a club."

He always knows how to make me smile, even when I don't want to. "I'll be fine. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Okay. I'll text you, so make sure you answer," he adds playfully.

"Ok, bye Miles," I said, hanging up with a big smile on my face, looking at my reflection.

I decided on the outfit Valerie bought me on a whim, seeing as I don't have any clubbing outfits in my wardrobe. I wear a pale, form-fitting corset with thin spaghetti straps and structured boning that accentuates my figure. The corset has a lace-up design along the sides. I paired it with matching flared pants, which also feature a lace-up detail on the waistband.

I know I should dress warmly, with December right around the corner, but I decide against it. Jeanette told me that clubs are like swamps—so hot, you feel like you're suffocating. I glance at the coat lying on my bed before grabbing it. "I'll wear it till I get inside," I mutter to myself.

Stepping out of my room, I walk into the living room/kitchen area where Lovey and her babysitter, Cassy, are waiting.

"Mommy, you look so pretty!" She said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Thank you, my love," I say, picking her up. I notice Cassy watching me with a knowing smile.

"You look amazing—more amazing than usual," Cassy chimes in, leaning against the counter.

"Thanks," I reply with a shy smile.

"Alright, it's time for you to go. Don't worry about me and little Love here, just go and have some fun," Cassy said, taking Lovey out of my arms, encouraging me with a grin.

"I'll be back soon. I love you," I say, blowing Lovey a kiss that she returned, then putting on my coat.

"Love you, Mommy. Bye!" Lovey waves excitedly as I wave back, closing the door behind me.

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Outside my apartment, I see Mr. Collins's BMW and his driver standing next to it. After thanking his driver, I got into the backseat of Mr. Collins' car.

"What took you so damn long?" Mr. Collins mutters, barely looking up from his phone before shoving it back into his pocket.

"Sir, instead of criticising me, you could just tell me about how nice I look. Especially because this is the first time you're seeing me with my hair down." I said, flipping my silk press.