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ia
ia. What is this
vy, incense-laden air of the bedroom t
y, bringing a biting chill into the room. He froze, his gaze sweeping over me. I held my
sk of stark bewilderment, which rapidly curd
you honestly think that by draping yourself in red
ed, my hands clenching the slippery f
a fraction of his attention, I had done the unthinkable. The scandalous, blood-red robe I wore was a direct imitation of Concetta's signature style. It was a vibrant, dangerous col
yes for women like her now, My Lady," she had said, her voice tight with shared frustrat
And I had faile
"Putting on a courtesan's clothes doesn't give you her fire," he sneered, his brown ey
rp inhale. Instantly, he recoiled, waving a hand in front of his n
"Are you burning Meccai leaves? It smells like cheap
Cheap perfume? It was the exact same rare, expensive incense he spent a fortune importing for Concett
ds tore from my throat, a pathetic, broken whisper o
cks from the Conrad estate. Don't forget your place, Doria. You are just an orphan from a conqu
ece of trash. "Imitating a courtesan? You're not even a fraction of what she is. At lea
ing, suffocating tide. I felt as if I were standing stark naked i
ng for the bathroom as if my ve
s room before I come out." He didn't even glance
a
heavy thud sealed him away, and with
I turned to look at t
p was slightly smudged, the blood-red robe a
wasn't the dress that disgust
was simply m
hot on the back of my trembling
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