When a drunken night out leads to Rose Delacour meeting the mysterious American Mafia Boss, Clecentine Huxley, she can't help but give in to her beauty and charms.
Young and carefree Rose Delacour didn't expect her night out at the bar to result in...
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The two women bickering next to me made me roll my eyes for the tenth time.
They were sent here to assist me, not argue with themselves over my dress, hair and makeup.
I had refused to get too much makeup done, afraid that I would smudge the eyeliner or mascara by rubbing my eyes too many times. Instead, I just opted for cherry red lip gloss, while my hair was tied into a neat French braid.
When they were finally done I looked at myself in the full-length mirror, appreciating the way the knee-length red dress perfectly fit me and brought out my features. And by features I don't mean my curves. There are not many curves I have to be proud of. The only curves I had were the slight curves of my small back flabs.
I reached for my red heels and put them on, readying myself for the ache I would get in my feet a couple of hours later.
Heels were a beautifully painful bitch.
When I walked out I met with a few men scattered near three cars. I was pretty sure Clecentine was in the second car waiting for me. As I made my way towards the car one of the men opened the door for me and I got inside.
I was met with Clecentine busy on her phone typing away so furiously, her fingers almost seemed like a blur.
''You dress up well.'' I found myself smiling at the compliment.
''Thank you.'' I said with a smile she didn't bother returning.
I looked her up and down, taking in her all-black suit with matching stilettos. I guess that was her style. Classy rich suit with matching stilettos, and it was hot.
I wonder what it was going to be all about. She had only explained that we were gonna be somewhere and that I should dress well, but she never elaborated.
My heart was thumping slightly. This was going to be my first appearance in front of people from the mafia, my first time as her escort.
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Gaping around I let my lips part slightly at the number of well-dressed men and women surrounding the room, some seated while some were standing near the bar ordering drinks.
