Enslaved By Lucius

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— kyannie

Lucius had just ended his call, and I couldn't help but wonder who the woman was on the other end of the line. Despite my lingering curiosity, I shook off those thoughts and continued reading in the library.

Tomorrow was the planned day of the party, but Lucius hadn't come home, a fact that I didn't pay much mind to.

Grace arranged to meet me at Lucius's villa to accompany me to the party. Grace to arrived at Luciu's villa.

She had suggested that I put on the dress he gifted me, which fit my figure like a glove. It clung to my curves perfectly while revealing just a teasing hint of cleavage, the hemline stopping just above my knees.

As I admired the beautiful dress in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel confident and feminine. it fit my body perfectly, accentuating my curves while leaving my legs partially exposed, the hemline resting just above my knees.

Grace took charge of doing my makeup, telling me that she was attempting a Latina look inspired by something she saw on TikTok.

She styled my hair perfectly and applied makeup to my face. Once she finished, I looked at myself in the mirror, pleased to see how well the makeup suited me.

"Oh my god! You look absolutely gorgeous, just like a real Latina!" she exclaimed, unaware that I was actually latina. My father had shared with me before that my mom was a stunning Latina, but he told me to keep it a secret.

"Nababading ako sa'yo te, sobrang ganda mo!" She jokingly said and i just laughed at her

Upon arriving at the birthday party for Shizy, we were greeted by a scene filled with people from various walks of life - artists, models, politicians, businessmen, and fellow students.

As Grace and I entered the venue, we noticed many intrigued gazes directed our way. We found an empty table and settled in, just as a band began playing.

Shizy appeared, looking stunning in her radiant red dress, which perfectly hugged her figure. Her curly hair was tied up in a bun, leaving some loose strands framing her face. As she walked in, the room erupted in applause.

Shizy smiled graciously, thanked everyone for attending, and acknowledged the presence of some honored guests from different fields.

Throughout the evening, numerous photographers took pictures and captured footage, likely for a magazine feature or media coverage.

As we engaged in conversation, we could see people stealing glances in our direction several times, curious about our presence at this high-profile gathering.

The party continued in full swing, and I spotted Zia Buenaflor, my tormentor, chatting and laughing with Shizy. I'd learned long ago that they were cousins, so their interaction wasn't surprising.

As I snapped pictures and marveled at the beautiful surroundings, Grace mingled with her friends. Suddenly, Zia's voice broke my reverie.

"Oh, there's the bitch now. Why would I be surprised seeing a poor girl at a fancy event like this? Is this your first time attending a swanky bash?" Zia laughed scornfully.

I tried to brush off her taunts and walked away, but her words stung. Frustrated, I turned to confront her.

"Cut it out, Zia! Don't make a scene here," I warned her and tried to walk away