Page 62 of Destined for Him

I spend the day painting my nails and shaving, then curl my hair to perfection.

The dress taunts me from its position on the closet door, and I wonder for the millionth time how I’m going to hide my lady area.

I’m not new to wearing dresses without underwear—but this isso revealing.

And totally inappropriate for him to have bought you.

I sigh and untie my robe, slipping the dress over my head.

It’s the perfect fit, and the emerald green compliments my skin tone perfectly. Luckily I find some skin tape and attach it to the dress so I won’t have any wardrobe mishaps, and slip on my ridiculously high stilettos.

I snap a few photos and upload them to social media, loving the instant reactions I get. I’d had quite a few more followers since going public and even joined a dating app.

I’d only had one date so far and almost fell asleep with how boring he was.

Never date an accountant.

“Shelby, are you ready?” Mom calls from the doorway, looking sensational in a silver one-shoulder dress clasped together with shimmering jewels. Her hair had been freshly bleached and styled, and I gaped at her as she did the same to me.

“Mom, you look insane,” I breathe, reaching out for her hands.

Her eyes shine with happiness as she holds me at arm’s length.

“As do you, my lovely girl. You’re wasted working at that bar; you should be a supermodel.”

I chuckle and follow her down the hallway, descending the staircase carefully.

All eyes are on my mother and me, and she squeezes my hand tightly before scanning the crowd.

“Can you see Tommy?” She whispers with a wide smile.

I can’t, but I find a server holding a tray of champagne.

I grab two flutes and hand one to Mom before leading the way through the crowd.

This is our home; we are the hosts, after all.

“Good evening,” a portly man says, his eyes locking onto my chest. “You must be Shelby.”

Mom hovers by my side, still searching for Tommy.

“You know, I could make a girl like you famous.”

I smile politely and sip my champagne.

“Oh?”

If he thinks I’m getting my tits out for some perverted magazine, he has another thing coming.

“You’ve got the face of an angel,” he continues, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “You could be a star.”

I entertain him a while longer, noticing that almost every man here is staring atme.

Come to think of it, there are no other women but me and my mom.

A trickle of unease drips down my spine, but I make my excuses and try to find my mother.

But she seems to have disappeared.

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