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ept, her mind replaying the humiliation of seeing her ex-lover in bed with another woman. She had convi

he had now

on her door. Before she could respond, the door creaked open, and to

ntly, staring at

ma of fresh eggs, buttered toast, and hot coffee filled the air, but Camille barely noticed. H

ly. "You didn't come down for dinner la

with a sharp response, but h

e seeing my

a quiet, unwavering concern. It wasn't romantic,

he reached the exit, he stopped and glanced back,

rrow." His sharp gaze locked onto hers. "Mrs. Va

ngerously smooth voice, he adde

iting for her re

for a moment, her heart

authority. She was shock

ng a servant to do it. Telling her

he trying

her bedroom door. The shuffling of feet, the rustle of garment bags, a

vers over her head, but a s

he muttered

ably dressed in a fitted navy blue dress, her graying blonde hair swept into an elegant bun. Every

knew-this was no

oth, professional tone. "I am Valeria Volkov. Luciano a

s furrowed. "Y

usband was Luciano's uncle. I have worked as a designer a

dded in the family. A woman who understood

n array of designer dresses, makeup kits, and jewelry cases. Camille

ntinued, her gaze appraising. "You will be standing beside Luciano. You will be w

d. "I never agre

hed in amusement. "A

ng was pointless. Luciano had already deci

s prepared based on what Luciano said would suit you best. He sp

ch twisted. "Of

ss with a daring thigh-high slit and an open back. The silk

it against Camille's frame.

air into soft waves, painting her lips a deep red, and sliding diamond earrings onto her ears. Every

into the black gown, it f

w it works? You dress me up like a

feel like a prisoner now, but remember-ev

t know what t

respond, the do

iano wa