Deceptive Hearts

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Alora stared at herself in the mirror, the weight of what she was about to do sinking in deeper with every passing second. The dress Mina had sent over was stunning—an elegant, floor-length gown in deep emerald green that clung to her curves in all the right places. It was the kind of dress that demanded attention, and tonight, attention was exactly what she needed.

As she adjusted the neckline, a knock echoed through her small apartment. Alora’s heart skipped a beat, knowing exactly who it was. She opened the door to find Franklin standing there, his broad smile a contrast to the nerves bubbling up inside her."Well, well, don’t you clean up nicely," Franklin quipped, stepping inside with a designer bag slung over his shoulder.

He was the kind of person who seemed to bring light into any room—a mixture of charisma, wit, and just enough sass to keep things interesting.

His tailored suit and perfectly styled hair made him look like he belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine, not preparing someone for a con job.

"Thanks," Alora replied, trying to keep her voice steady. "Mina thought you could help me with… everything."

Franklin raised an eyebrow and let out a laugh that sounded like sunshine. "Mina thinks I can do everything. She’s usually right."

He set down the bag and began pulling out an array of makeup, jewelry, and a pair of killer heels that Alora would have never chosen for herself. He glanced up at her, his smile softening.

"Nervous?"

"Terrified," Alora admitted, sinking into a chair. "But I can handle it."

"Of course, you can," Franklin said, his tone comforting. "But handling it and owning it are two different things. Tonight, you’re not just some girl in a pretty dress. You’re a goddess—irresistible, unattainable, and just a little bit mysterious. Dante won’t know what hit him."

Alora smiled, despite herself. There was something infectious about Franklin’s energy, like he could make you believe anything was possible. "You really think I can do this?"

Franklin paused, his expression turning serious for a moment.

"Look, Alora, this isn’t just about catching Dante’s eye. You’re walking into a den of lions tonight. You need to be smart, charming, and above all, confident. But don’t worry, darling, I’ve got your back."

As he began applying her makeup, Franklin talked her through the plan.

"You’ll enter the ballroom like you own it. Don’t go straight to Dante—let him notice you first. Men like him, they’re used to women throwing themselves at them. You’re going to be different. Elusive. He’ll be curious, and that’s when you strike."

Alora listened intently, absorbing every word. Franklin had a way of making the most dangerous plans sound like a walk in the park. His voice was smooth, reassuring, and filled with a confidence that Alora wished she had.

"And when you do finally dance with him," Franklin continued, "don’t give too much away. Let him lead, but guide him subtly. Let him feel like he’s in control, even though we both know who’s really running the show."

He stepped back, admiring his handiwork. Alora looked up and hardly recognized herself. Her eyes were smoky and seductive, her lips a bold red that dared anyone to look away.

She looked like someone else—someone powerful, someone who could pull off this impossible mission.

"Perfect," Franklin declared, handing her the heels.

"Now, let’s talk accessories. Jewelry should be subtle, not too flashy. You want to sparkle, not blind him."

As he helped her with the final touches, Franklin’s demeanor shifted back to his usual playful self.

"And remember, darling, if all else fails, just imagine him naked. It works wonders."Alora laughed, the tension easing a bit. "I’ll keep that in mind."Franklin glanced at his watch and clapped his hands together.

"Alright, showtime! Remember what I said—own the room, own him. You’ve got this."

Alora took a deep breath as she stood up, the weight of the night ahead pressing down on her. But with Franklin’s confidence and guidance, she felt a little more ready to face whatever was coming.

As she headed to the door, Franklin called after her, "And Alora—no falling for the mark. You’re in control, not your heart."

She turned back, her resolve hardening. "Don’t worry, Franklin. I’m not here to fall in love. I’m here to get the job done."

"That’s the spirit," Franklin said with a wink.

"Now go knock ‘em dead."

With one last look in the mirror Alora stepped out, ready to play the most dangerous game of her life.

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I hope you enjoyed this chapter as well, what do you think might happen? Do you think she'll catch his attention when she gets there?

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